I look into the mirror, taking stock of the picture in front of me, my thoughts with you. You have been away on business for the past ten days, and to be honest, I would much rather wait for you in the foyer, naked, on my knees, ready to suck your cock the minute you walk through the door. Unfortunately, that is not to be.
In a moment of stupidity, I have invited all our friends over for a cocktail and dinner. This is the first time, since I’ve moved to be with you, that we are entertaining on a big scale. Over the months, they have come to accept me as the new leading lady in your life. I wanted to celebrate that, JUST NOT TONIGHT. Tonight I really need to feel that I belong to you.
Skimming my hands over the black lace of my cocktail dress, my fingers caress my nipples into hard points. Breath wheezing out of my mouth, as a slight moan, builds up in my throat. Pinching my nipples hard, I rub my thighs together, adoring the wetness dripping out of me, the lace bands of my stockings a subtle binding contrast to the silky moist cavern above.
Sighing, I let go and turn around to admire the cut of the low back on my dress. Knowing that your eyes will follow me all night. Grinning at the way it shows off my well rounded tush. Around my neck, I’m wearing the silver and blue topaz slave necklace you gave me for my birthday, marking me as yours. I will get my fucking, I think to myself, just a bit later. Smiling a deliciously wicked smile, I go downstairs to mingle with our guests.
Suddenly I feel a prickling sensation at the back of my neck. You have arrived. Swirling around, my gaze meets the blue fire of yours. Hmmm, My Lord definitely likes the dress, I think to myself, once again cursing the party under my breath. Then again, if I waited for a night when I did not want you to possess me, we would never entertain.
A nod of your head has me making my excuses to the group of people I had been talking to. All thoughts of politics and the state of the economy disappear like wisps of mist in a wind.
Swaying my hips deliberately, I start making my way to you. Crossing the room, a blush rushing to my cheeks under the approval in your eyes. Stumbling, as a deep clench of desire steals through my womb, sharp, almost a pain, leaving a rush of moisture in its wake: a warm silky pool of desire spilling over, covering the top of my thighs, making me intensely aware of each step that I take.
You weave your fingers into mine, sensuously twining our fingers, bending my hand and with it my arm behind my back, pulling me close against your form. Your lips softly brush my temple. “Hallo Little Princess,” comes the deep rumble of your voice next to my ear, whispering, “I really need to kiss you, come with me!”
Leaning into your hard body, my breasts brush lightly against your chest, nipples tightening as I bring my lips to your ear. Nipping at your earlobe, my breath washing over the sensitive shell, I enjoy the shudder travelling through your body. “Lead on, My Lord.”
A soft growl emerges from your throat and pulling me forward, you walk to the study, stopping briefly to say something to Michael, our assistant. Barely entering the door, you thrust your hand into the hair at my nape, your fingers tightening until I can feel my scalp tingling. Your other arm wraps around my waist, pulling me flush against you. My breasts are crushed against your chest, nipples pebbling inside the lace covering them, my thighs trembling as they lay against yours.
Your hand tilts my head up, blue eyes burning fire into mine for the longest moment, before you finally bring your mouth down to my lips. In sharp contrast to the fierceness of your hold, our mouths touch softly, pulling back, meeting again. Our lips open, barely brushing against each other, our breaths rasping loud in the stillness of the room. Your tongue reaches out to lap over my bottom lip.
The sudden spearing of your tongue has me gasping, moaning deep in my throat as the heat spills over once more, burning us in its fire, mouths desperately eating at each other, tongues duelling. Pressing me back against the wall, blindly shutting the door, your thigh pushes between my legs. Impatiently, your hands reach down to push my skirt up, the tight cut hampering your quest to get as close to me as possible. Your fingers clench when you feel the lace of my stockings against my bare skin. Your hands slide up to close hotly on my hips, dragging my pelvis into yours, anchoring me against you.
I moan as your hands clench on my hips, feeling the imprint of each finger digging into my soft skin. Realising just how close to the edge you are, raises my arousal, pushing it past boiling point. You always affect me this way. Arousing you arouses me, unbearably at times. A vicious cycle of heat that threatens to consume us in its fire.
Dragging your mouth from mine, breathing fast, your eyes glitter on the swollen moist contours of mine. Glancing down, your gaze stares intently at your fingers as they catch my nipples, squeezing softly. I watch your face in a daze, feeling your thumbs rolling around my nipples, teasing but after that initial squeeze, never actually touching the now diamond hard tips.
Mewling little noises escape my mouth, my body twisting against yours, striving to push my nipples into your touch. My hips writhe against yours, tempting you into action, rubbing against the hardness of your body. Straddling your leg and trapping it between mine, I thrust against it, needing the pressure desperately.
I dig my fingers into your shoulders, my leg rising up to cradle your hip, wrapping around it as I arch my back, offering my breasts for your touch. “Please, My Lord, I need… something… more… you… anything.” The nearly incoherent words spill from my lips, on a rush.
“Exactly where would you like my touch?” you ask softly with a wicked grin, and I know that I will have to be very explicit or the touch won’t come.
In the next instant, your teeth close over a nipple, bitingly, laving it with your tongue before suckling on it. Even through the double layers of lace and satin, the feeling is enough to make me scream softly. “Yess, there My Lord. More, please?”
Your fingers find its twin, teasing it softly, the twin sensations streaking through me. Your hips roll into mine, thrusting your hardness against me, your body answering the convulsive shudder going through me. My hands tangle in your hair helplessly, my back arching backwards, as far as it can, curving me into your body. My fingers urge your mouth harder onto my breast, totally uncaring of the wetness on the lace. My leg slides down almost helplessly, the length of yours, back up again, pressing my swollen clit into your thigh.
Using my hands in your hair, dragging your mouth away from my breast, I claim its warmth with my own, wildly, forcing your lips apart, rapaciously thrusting my tongue deep into its musky drugging cavern. Dragging the roughness of my tongue over yours, tangling our tongues together, drawing yours into my mouth, as I wish to draw your body into mine, I close my lips around it, sucking deeply.
Breaking away from my mouth, you chuckle, watching through lidded eyes as my hands slip from your neck, glides down over your chest, opening your jacket, scratching over your nipples with my nails. Enjoying the hiss escaping your mouth, I turn it into a growl by pinching them, teasing them till I feel the involuntary thrust of your cock into my cunt, pinning me roughly against the wall.
“Laughing at me, My Lord? You do not appear to be unaffected by having a little slave in heat!” I throw my head back, the challenge in my eyes meeting your burning blue gaze.
Hearing the warning growl issuing from your throat does not deter me in the least. “Fuck me, please, my Lord, your slut needs to have your cock deep inside her, now!”
Your mouth twists into a little half grin and my confidence wavers. I adore that little smile, just the left corner curling up, but I also know that little smile. It usually means that I am about to be tested. Some limit is about to be pushed and pushed hard.
I shudder openly as your fingers trail down over my stomach, sliding into the wet groove between my thighs. Gasping for breath, I lean back against the wall, never taking my eyes from yours. My hands slide from your chest to rest, limply beside me on the wall.
The sudden pinch of your fingers on my clit has me straining my hips towards you, my shoulders pressed hard against the wall, nails digging into it. “Oohhh Fuck, yes My Lord,” the cry breaking free from my throat of its own accord, followed closely by a grateful moan when you thrust two fingers deep into my cunt. My body undulates against yours, riding those long, elegant fingers as I would your cock, loving the feel of having a part of you inside me.
My eyelids fall down, all my concentration centred on the slow slide of your touch into my pussy, feeling the hot glide, my muscles clasping around the intrusion as if trying to keep you there. Reluctant to let you go.
“Hmmmmm, that feels so good, My Lord.” Followed by another hot thrust, your hand straining against me, forcing your fingers as deep as they can go, your thumb pressing down on my clit.
“Noooo!” the sudden removal of your touch has me wailing my disappointment.
Shaking my head to clear the fog of passion from my mind, I focus to see you removing something from your jacket pocket. My eyes widen as I recognise the egg, my heart sinking into my feet. This is going to be a long night. “Please, My Lord, not tonight?”
“Don’t you want to please your Master, my little slave?” you ask, a curious expression on your face. Almost stern, not the usual one when I refused to do something and you tried to understand why. I don’t know this look; I don’t know how to deal with it.
Closing my eyes briefly, swallowing hard, I manage to croak, “You know I do, My Lord. I will submit to whatever you have planned for me.”
Smiling, you reach down and press the egg into my opening, slipping it deep inside with your fingers. “Then you will hold that egg the entire evening, and when I say the word ‘Adagio,’ you will cum for your Master, regardless of who else is around. Do you understand?”
Mortified, I can only nod, my thoughts racing ahead. I will have to clench around that egg constantly. As aroused as I am it will not take too much to make me cum. Damn, this is going to be hell. I’m not wearing knickers; it could fall out if I can’t hold it. I’m so wet, how will I manage?
Helping me to stand up straight, fiddling my dress back into a semblance of decency, you kiss me softly on my lips. “You are so beautiful, go and freshen up, before joining me and our guests.”
Fifteen minutes later I walk back into the entertainment area of our house, seemingly under control, tidy, my make up once again in place, my nerves just about shattered. Constantly aware of the egg in my pussy, the muscles around it clenching and releasing in a lover’s touch, driving me to distraction.
Drawing in a deep breath, I enter the room, smiling at guests, stopping every now and then to exchange pleasantries with a friend, as I make my way to you. Finally, I arrive at your side, greeting the group of people before kissing your cheek. Your arm slides around me automatically, pressing me against your side.
“Would you like a drink, princess?” you ask with a warm smile. The sudden explosion of the egg in my pussy leaves me gasping. My left hand finds purchase on your thigh, nails digging into flesh. My whole body is stiff, fighting against the overload of feeling. It feels as if the diabolical little toy is dancing inside me, softly hammering against my g-spot, sending a rush of moisture spilling from me. I have to press my thighs together, my face drawn in a tight smile, hoping that none of the guests will recognise my discomfort.
“Please, My Lord,” I manage as the buzzing stops. Taking slow deep breaths, I turn to the gentleman next to me and start up a conversation, hoping to hell that I am making sense.
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Weakly leaning my forehead against the door, I enjoy the coolness of the wood against my burning skin, grateful that the last guest has left and that, despite the constant teasing, He has not made me cum in front of all the guests. There had been a few moments during dinner I had thought he would. He has deliberately kept me on edge the entire time. Pressing the remote control at the most unexpected times, making me jump more than once and equally making me fight not to surrender and cum. Turning the conversation to music, in between bursts of fireworks in my cunt.
I stiffen slightly as I feel your arms surrounding me, your chest against my back. I squirm as I feel one hand sliding down to my leg, raising my skirt as it comes up. The other wraps around my waist, pulls me back into your body. I relax, the tension draining out of me. My head falls back onto your shoulder. You nuzzle your face into my neck, kissing a path up to my ear. Moaning softly, I turn my head a fraction, giving you access.
The sharp grunt escapes my throat as your fingers slip between my legs and finds my clit, covering the hard swollen button with a soft stroke. Then, you press the remote as you whisper “Adagio” in my ear and all hell breaks loose. The continued arousal of the evening has taken its toll. I scream out my pleasure, loud enough to wake the neighbours. My body goes into overdrive, shuddering in ecstasy against yours. My hands clamp on your arm around my waist.
I’m pleading almost incoherently, “Please my Lord, it’s too much!” not really knowing if I want it to stop or to carry on. My body barely coming down from one climax to the next, I feel as if my legs will go out from under me at any moment.
Laughing out loud, you release the button and walk me over to one of the leather chairs on the edge of the entertainment area. “Bend over and brace yourself on the armrests!” you command and I can hear the rustle of cloth as you release your cock from your pants.
“Do you wish to be fucked?” you ask quietly. I can feel the tip of your cock pushing its way through my sopping pussy, the head rubbing over my clit as you slowly slide it backwards and forwards between my swollen folds.
“Yes, My Lord. Please fuck me! Give me your cock, please, my Lord, your slut needs to be fucked hard!” I’m begging, my voice breaking, long past any pride and willing to do anything to have your cock.
The sudden tug on the cord of the egg makes me clench my muscles instinctively, resisting the pull. You tug again, firmer and the egg slips free, replaced almost immediately with the long slow delicious thrust of your cock inside me. The deep groan that rumbles from your throat is lost in my delirious shout of pleasure. At this stage nothing exists for me but the feeling of your cock, pushing inside, slowly drawing back, filling me then leaving me empty. Slow pressure building up, I can feel the tingles starting in my fingers and toes and I know that this one is going to be massive.
‘Please my Lord, may I cum?” I gasp the words out, knowing that I am so close, I could erupt at any second.
“No!”
“Please my Lord!” I wail at you, “I need to cum, I am sooo close!”
“No!” And with that you pull your cock from me, stepping back, removing your touch completely.
“Fuck!” Slamming my fists on the armrests, I strive to gain some measure of control. Sucking in deep breaths, I become aware of tears streaming down my face. Fleetingly I think that my make up must be a mess.
You step around the chair, rest your knee on the seat and tangle your hands in my hair, pulling me closer. “I want to feel your mouth on me! Take me!”
I bend over to wrap my tongue around the head of your cock, in a rough wet caress. Dipping in to catch a taste of your essence. Kissing you, hotly, just the tip, my fingers wrapping around your magnificent shaft, slowly stroking.
Suddenly greedy, I swallow that sensitive head into my warm mouth, my lips stretching wide to take you in, tongue pointed as I tease the ridge, sucking... releasing to graze my teeth over the soft skin... groaning as my desire for you mounts.
Looking up, I see that your eyes are glued to the sight of your cock disappearing into my mouth. Plunging down, I try to take it all, my tongue gliding, hotly twisting around your shaft, this way then that way, sucking as I draw back... the glistening shaft slowly appearing between my lips.
My fingers wrap around your cock, following my mouth... gliding over the tip as I release you, before swallowing you in again, this time all the way, till you breach my throat and I can feel you as I swallow, feel my throat tighten around you.
My left hand trails down, finds the jewels still hidden in your pants and draws them out, softly caressing. Feeling them tighten, I pull them away from your body... Slowly dragging my mouth off your hard cock, sucking till just the tip remains on my tongue.
"Please my Lord, give this slut your cum?" I beg, pressing my clit hard against the back of the chair, knowing that it will be enough to send me over with you.
Hmmmmm, drawing the flat of my tongue over and around, the soft flesh, pointing to dip into the groove, tasting you... slamming down, forcing you into my mouth, down deeper... till I have all of you, sucking hotly... moaning in lust.
Pulling my head back slowly, my teeth ravage the ridge of your penis, plunging down. I release your scrotum, allowing the twins to draw tight... Your hands tangle in my hair, grasping, holding me still as you start fucking my mouth, your constant groans filling the air.
I feel your cock swelling in my throat. At the same time I feel someone’s hands on my hips. Startled, I try to speak but in the next moment a hard cock slam into my pussy and I am lost.
Fucked hard from both sides, my body does not care who it is fucking; it is climbing to reach the orgasm it has been searching for.
“Cum, princess, cum with me,” you command hoarsely and before the final word has left your mouth, I hear the groan that signals your orgasm. Tightening my lips, I try to swallow desperately as my own body clamps down on the cock furiously slamming into my cunt. Pulling my mouth from your cock to shout my pleasure as I go into orgasm, I hear the grunts of the man behind me as he as he fights to catch up, gasping as he slams deep into me, reaching his completion at the same time that your cock erupts over my face, covering me in your cum. I can do nothing but hang over the backrest of the chair, shuddering, trembling, whispering my gratitude.
Slowly coming down, I wipe your cum from my face, slipping my fingers into my mouth to savour the taste, smiling as I feel the man behind me continuing to thrust softly. Aftershocks tremble through me. You sink down on your knees, cup my nape in your hands as you lean closer to me.
“That was so fucking beautiful! You are amazing!” Your lips find mine for a deep kiss, filled with all the emotions that we cannot express.
In a moment of stupidity, I have invited all our friends over for a cocktail and dinner. This is the first time, since I’ve moved to be with you, that we are entertaining on a big scale. Over the months, they have come to accept me as the new leading lady in your life. I wanted to celebrate that, JUST NOT TONIGHT. Tonight I really need to feel that I belong to you.
Skimming my hands over the black lace of my cocktail dress, my fingers caress my nipples into hard points. Breath wheezing out of my mouth, as a slight moan, builds up in my throat. Pinching my nipples hard, I rub my thighs together, adoring the wetness dripping out of me, the lace bands of my stockings a subtle binding contrast to the silky moist cavern above.
Sighing, I let go and turn around to admire the cut of the low back on my dress. Knowing that your eyes will follow me all night. Grinning at the way it shows off my well rounded tush. Around my neck, I’m wearing the silver and blue topaz slave necklace you gave me for my birthday, marking me as yours. I will get my fucking, I think to myself, just a bit later. Smiling a deliciously wicked smile, I go downstairs to mingle with our guests.
Suddenly I feel a prickling sensation at the back of my neck. You have arrived. Swirling around, my gaze meets the blue fire of yours. Hmmm, My Lord definitely likes the dress, I think to myself, once again cursing the party under my breath. Then again, if I waited for a night when I did not want you to possess me, we would never entertain.
A nod of your head has me making my excuses to the group of people I had been talking to. All thoughts of politics and the state of the economy disappear like wisps of mist in a wind.
Swaying my hips deliberately, I start making my way to you. Crossing the room, a blush rushing to my cheeks under the approval in your eyes. Stumbling, as a deep clench of desire steals through my womb, sharp, almost a pain, leaving a rush of moisture in its wake: a warm silky pool of desire spilling over, covering the top of my thighs, making me intensely aware of each step that I take.
You weave your fingers into mine, sensuously twining our fingers, bending my hand and with it my arm behind my back, pulling me close against your form. Your lips softly brush my temple. “Hallo Little Princess,” comes the deep rumble of your voice next to my ear, whispering, “I really need to kiss you, come with me!”
Leaning into your hard body, my breasts brush lightly against your chest, nipples tightening as I bring my lips to your ear. Nipping at your earlobe, my breath washing over the sensitive shell, I enjoy the shudder travelling through your body. “Lead on, My Lord.”
A soft growl emerges from your throat and pulling me forward, you walk to the study, stopping briefly to say something to Michael, our assistant. Barely entering the door, you thrust your hand into the hair at my nape, your fingers tightening until I can feel my scalp tingling. Your other arm wraps around my waist, pulling me flush against you. My breasts are crushed against your chest, nipples pebbling inside the lace covering them, my thighs trembling as they lay against yours.
Your hand tilts my head up, blue eyes burning fire into mine for the longest moment, before you finally bring your mouth down to my lips. In sharp contrast to the fierceness of your hold, our mouths touch softly, pulling back, meeting again. Our lips open, barely brushing against each other, our breaths rasping loud in the stillness of the room. Your tongue reaches out to lap over my bottom lip.
The sudden spearing of your tongue has me gasping, moaning deep in my throat as the heat spills over once more, burning us in its fire, mouths desperately eating at each other, tongues duelling. Pressing me back against the wall, blindly shutting the door, your thigh pushes between my legs. Impatiently, your hands reach down to push my skirt up, the tight cut hampering your quest to get as close to me as possible. Your fingers clench when you feel the lace of my stockings against my bare skin. Your hands slide up to close hotly on my hips, dragging my pelvis into yours, anchoring me against you.
I moan as your hands clench on my hips, feeling the imprint of each finger digging into my soft skin. Realising just how close to the edge you are, raises my arousal, pushing it past boiling point. You always affect me this way. Arousing you arouses me, unbearably at times. A vicious cycle of heat that threatens to consume us in its fire.
Dragging your mouth from mine, breathing fast, your eyes glitter on the swollen moist contours of mine. Glancing down, your gaze stares intently at your fingers as they catch my nipples, squeezing softly. I watch your face in a daze, feeling your thumbs rolling around my nipples, teasing but after that initial squeeze, never actually touching the now diamond hard tips.
Mewling little noises escape my mouth, my body twisting against yours, striving to push my nipples into your touch. My hips writhe against yours, tempting you into action, rubbing against the hardness of your body. Straddling your leg and trapping it between mine, I thrust against it, needing the pressure desperately.
I dig my fingers into your shoulders, my leg rising up to cradle your hip, wrapping around it as I arch my back, offering my breasts for your touch. “Please, My Lord, I need… something… more… you… anything.” The nearly incoherent words spill from my lips, on a rush.
“Exactly where would you like my touch?” you ask softly with a wicked grin, and I know that I will have to be very explicit or the touch won’t come.
In the next instant, your teeth close over a nipple, bitingly, laving it with your tongue before suckling on it. Even through the double layers of lace and satin, the feeling is enough to make me scream softly. “Yess, there My Lord. More, please?”
Your fingers find its twin, teasing it softly, the twin sensations streaking through me. Your hips roll into mine, thrusting your hardness against me, your body answering the convulsive shudder going through me. My hands tangle in your hair helplessly, my back arching backwards, as far as it can, curving me into your body. My fingers urge your mouth harder onto my breast, totally uncaring of the wetness on the lace. My leg slides down almost helplessly, the length of yours, back up again, pressing my swollen clit into your thigh.
Using my hands in your hair, dragging your mouth away from my breast, I claim its warmth with my own, wildly, forcing your lips apart, rapaciously thrusting my tongue deep into its musky drugging cavern. Dragging the roughness of my tongue over yours, tangling our tongues together, drawing yours into my mouth, as I wish to draw your body into mine, I close my lips around it, sucking deeply.
Breaking away from my mouth, you chuckle, watching through lidded eyes as my hands slip from your neck, glides down over your chest, opening your jacket, scratching over your nipples with my nails. Enjoying the hiss escaping your mouth, I turn it into a growl by pinching them, teasing them till I feel the involuntary thrust of your cock into my cunt, pinning me roughly against the wall.
“Laughing at me, My Lord? You do not appear to be unaffected by having a little slave in heat!” I throw my head back, the challenge in my eyes meeting your burning blue gaze.
Hearing the warning growl issuing from your throat does not deter me in the least. “Fuck me, please, my Lord, your slut needs to have your cock deep inside her, now!”
Your mouth twists into a little half grin and my confidence wavers. I adore that little smile, just the left corner curling up, but I also know that little smile. It usually means that I am about to be tested. Some limit is about to be pushed and pushed hard.
I shudder openly as your fingers trail down over my stomach, sliding into the wet groove between my thighs. Gasping for breath, I lean back against the wall, never taking my eyes from yours. My hands slide from your chest to rest, limply beside me on the wall.
The sudden pinch of your fingers on my clit has me straining my hips towards you, my shoulders pressed hard against the wall, nails digging into it. “Oohhh Fuck, yes My Lord,” the cry breaking free from my throat of its own accord, followed closely by a grateful moan when you thrust two fingers deep into my cunt. My body undulates against yours, riding those long, elegant fingers as I would your cock, loving the feel of having a part of you inside me.
My eyelids fall down, all my concentration centred on the slow slide of your touch into my pussy, feeling the hot glide, my muscles clasping around the intrusion as if trying to keep you there. Reluctant to let you go.
“Hmmmmm, that feels so good, My Lord.” Followed by another hot thrust, your hand straining against me, forcing your fingers as deep as they can go, your thumb pressing down on my clit.
“Noooo!” the sudden removal of your touch has me wailing my disappointment.
Shaking my head to clear the fog of passion from my mind, I focus to see you removing something from your jacket pocket. My eyes widen as I recognise the egg, my heart sinking into my feet. This is going to be a long night. “Please, My Lord, not tonight?”
“Don’t you want to please your Master, my little slave?” you ask, a curious expression on your face. Almost stern, not the usual one when I refused to do something and you tried to understand why. I don’t know this look; I don’t know how to deal with it.
Closing my eyes briefly, swallowing hard, I manage to croak, “You know I do, My Lord. I will submit to whatever you have planned for me.”
Smiling, you reach down and press the egg into my opening, slipping it deep inside with your fingers. “Then you will hold that egg the entire evening, and when I say the word ‘Adagio,’ you will cum for your Master, regardless of who else is around. Do you understand?”
Mortified, I can only nod, my thoughts racing ahead. I will have to clench around that egg constantly. As aroused as I am it will not take too much to make me cum. Damn, this is going to be hell. I’m not wearing knickers; it could fall out if I can’t hold it. I’m so wet, how will I manage?
Helping me to stand up straight, fiddling my dress back into a semblance of decency, you kiss me softly on my lips. “You are so beautiful, go and freshen up, before joining me and our guests.”
Fifteen minutes later I walk back into the entertainment area of our house, seemingly under control, tidy, my make up once again in place, my nerves just about shattered. Constantly aware of the egg in my pussy, the muscles around it clenching and releasing in a lover’s touch, driving me to distraction.
Drawing in a deep breath, I enter the room, smiling at guests, stopping every now and then to exchange pleasantries with a friend, as I make my way to you. Finally, I arrive at your side, greeting the group of people before kissing your cheek. Your arm slides around me automatically, pressing me against your side.
“Would you like a drink, princess?” you ask with a warm smile. The sudden explosion of the egg in my pussy leaves me gasping. My left hand finds purchase on your thigh, nails digging into flesh. My whole body is stiff, fighting against the overload of feeling. It feels as if the diabolical little toy is dancing inside me, softly hammering against my g-spot, sending a rush of moisture spilling from me. I have to press my thighs together, my face drawn in a tight smile, hoping that none of the guests will recognise my discomfort.
“Please, My Lord,” I manage as the buzzing stops. Taking slow deep breaths, I turn to the gentleman next to me and start up a conversation, hoping to hell that I am making sense.
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Weakly leaning my forehead against the door, I enjoy the coolness of the wood against my burning skin, grateful that the last guest has left and that, despite the constant teasing, He has not made me cum in front of all the guests. There had been a few moments during dinner I had thought he would. He has deliberately kept me on edge the entire time. Pressing the remote control at the most unexpected times, making me jump more than once and equally making me fight not to surrender and cum. Turning the conversation to music, in between bursts of fireworks in my cunt.
I stiffen slightly as I feel your arms surrounding me, your chest against my back. I squirm as I feel one hand sliding down to my leg, raising my skirt as it comes up. The other wraps around my waist, pulls me back into your body. I relax, the tension draining out of me. My head falls back onto your shoulder. You nuzzle your face into my neck, kissing a path up to my ear. Moaning softly, I turn my head a fraction, giving you access.
The sharp grunt escapes my throat as your fingers slip between my legs and finds my clit, covering the hard swollen button with a soft stroke. Then, you press the remote as you whisper “Adagio” in my ear and all hell breaks loose. The continued arousal of the evening has taken its toll. I scream out my pleasure, loud enough to wake the neighbours. My body goes into overdrive, shuddering in ecstasy against yours. My hands clamp on your arm around my waist.
I’m pleading almost incoherently, “Please my Lord, it’s too much!” not really knowing if I want it to stop or to carry on. My body barely coming down from one climax to the next, I feel as if my legs will go out from under me at any moment.
Laughing out loud, you release the button and walk me over to one of the leather chairs on the edge of the entertainment area. “Bend over and brace yourself on the armrests!” you command and I can hear the rustle of cloth as you release your cock from your pants.
“Do you wish to be fucked?” you ask quietly. I can feel the tip of your cock pushing its way through my sopping pussy, the head rubbing over my clit as you slowly slide it backwards and forwards between my swollen folds.
“Yes, My Lord. Please fuck me! Give me your cock, please, my Lord, your slut needs to be fucked hard!” I’m begging, my voice breaking, long past any pride and willing to do anything to have your cock.
The sudden tug on the cord of the egg makes me clench my muscles instinctively, resisting the pull. You tug again, firmer and the egg slips free, replaced almost immediately with the long slow delicious thrust of your cock inside me. The deep groan that rumbles from your throat is lost in my delirious shout of pleasure. At this stage nothing exists for me but the feeling of your cock, pushing inside, slowly drawing back, filling me then leaving me empty. Slow pressure building up, I can feel the tingles starting in my fingers and toes and I know that this one is going to be massive.
‘Please my Lord, may I cum?” I gasp the words out, knowing that I am so close, I could erupt at any second.
“No!”
“Please my Lord!” I wail at you, “I need to cum, I am sooo close!”
“No!” And with that you pull your cock from me, stepping back, removing your touch completely.
“Fuck!” Slamming my fists on the armrests, I strive to gain some measure of control. Sucking in deep breaths, I become aware of tears streaming down my face. Fleetingly I think that my make up must be a mess.
You step around the chair, rest your knee on the seat and tangle your hands in my hair, pulling me closer. “I want to feel your mouth on me! Take me!”
I bend over to wrap my tongue around the head of your cock, in a rough wet caress. Dipping in to catch a taste of your essence. Kissing you, hotly, just the tip, my fingers wrapping around your magnificent shaft, slowly stroking.
Suddenly greedy, I swallow that sensitive head into my warm mouth, my lips stretching wide to take you in, tongue pointed as I tease the ridge, sucking... releasing to graze my teeth over the soft skin... groaning as my desire for you mounts.
Looking up, I see that your eyes are glued to the sight of your cock disappearing into my mouth. Plunging down, I try to take it all, my tongue gliding, hotly twisting around your shaft, this way then that way, sucking as I draw back... the glistening shaft slowly appearing between my lips.
My fingers wrap around your cock, following my mouth... gliding over the tip as I release you, before swallowing you in again, this time all the way, till you breach my throat and I can feel you as I swallow, feel my throat tighten around you.
My left hand trails down, finds the jewels still hidden in your pants and draws them out, softly caressing. Feeling them tighten, I pull them away from your body... Slowly dragging my mouth off your hard cock, sucking till just the tip remains on my tongue.
"Please my Lord, give this slut your cum?" I beg, pressing my clit hard against the back of the chair, knowing that it will be enough to send me over with you.
Hmmmmm, drawing the flat of my tongue over and around, the soft flesh, pointing to dip into the groove, tasting you... slamming down, forcing you into my mouth, down deeper... till I have all of you, sucking hotly... moaning in lust.
Pulling my head back slowly, my teeth ravage the ridge of your penis, plunging down. I release your scrotum, allowing the twins to draw tight... Your hands tangle in my hair, grasping, holding me still as you start fucking my mouth, your constant groans filling the air.
I feel your cock swelling in my throat. At the same time I feel someone’s hands on my hips. Startled, I try to speak but in the next moment a hard cock slam into my pussy and I am lost.
Fucked hard from both sides, my body does not care who it is fucking; it is climbing to reach the orgasm it has been searching for.
“Cum, princess, cum with me,” you command hoarsely and before the final word has left your mouth, I hear the groan that signals your orgasm. Tightening my lips, I try to swallow desperately as my own body clamps down on the cock furiously slamming into my cunt. Pulling my mouth from your cock to shout my pleasure as I go into orgasm, I hear the grunts of the man behind me as he as he fights to catch up, gasping as he slams deep into me, reaching his completion at the same time that your cock erupts over my face, covering me in your cum. I can do nothing but hang over the backrest of the chair, shuddering, trembling, whispering my gratitude.
Slowly coming down, I wipe your cum from my face, slipping my fingers into my mouth to savour the taste, smiling as I feel the man behind me continuing to thrust softly. Aftershocks tremble through me. You sink down on your knees, cup my nape in your hands as you lean closer to me.
“That was so fucking beautiful! You are amazing!” Your lips find mine for a deep kiss, filled with all the emotions that we cannot express.
