She has always been a teaser, always got her kicks from leading me on. She likes the power it gives her, the way it makes her feel.
I like it too. I like to watch. I could watch her all day. Today she came to me with a wish. A request. I was to lie down on the floor and wait for her. Whatever happened, I was to remain where I was. I could not touch, I should not speak. I should watch and enjoy.
How could I refuse?
She drew the blinds, made sure I was comfortable and left the room. I lay there amused and excited, waiting.
I heard her before I saw her, heels clicking on the hard, wooden floor. Then she entered. She was wearing a red dress, short, with a zip up the front, and matching pumps. Her blonde hair had been pulled back in a tight bun, her lipstick matched her red dress exactly.
She stopped in the doorway, held onto the doorframe and stared at me. Then she crossed the room, her walk slow and deliberate. She stood at my head, feet together, looking down at me.
Cocking her head to one side, she stepped over me, one foot on either side of my head. Above me, her red panties disappearing between the cut of her ass cheeks, dark in the shadow of her dress, her face visible, gazing down at me.
I stared up at her pussy inside her panties, inside her skirt, and wished I was allowed to touch. But I knew her well enough to play the game. She began to grind her hips around and around. A hand appeared and pulled up her skirt, rolling it over her hips until there were no shadows. She rubbed at her pussy through her panties, which made the fabric slip and slide, exposing glimpses of her plump lips.
She pulled her panties aside and showed me her pussy, shaved but for a thin strip of blonde pubic hair above her clit. Then she unzipped her dress and tossed it away. I looked up at her beautiful breasts, the nipples puffy, and wished that I could move, get up and suck on them.
Then she walked away.
She left the room; I heard her heels click away into the dining room. When she returned, she was carrying a chair. She placed it above my head and walked out again. When she came back, she had a dildo, one I had not seen before, with a suction cup at the base.
She stood over me and bent down, legs straight, attaching the dildo to the chair. Then she knelt over me, her breasts so close to my face, her pussy so close to my crotch. I was so hard inside my pants, aching to pull myself free, to grab her by the hips and pull her down onto my cock. But I indulged my love just as she had asked.
She placed the dildo on the edge of the seat and looked down at me, licking it, sucking it, taking it deep into her mouth. Then she stood and turned around, straddling my head again. I watched, transfixed, as she lowered her body onto the cock, sinking her pussy around it, taking it inside her wet slit. She rode it, up and down, deep and hard, moaning with pleasure. I could see her pussy lips sliding back and forth on it, her clit squeezed between their folds.
Standing again, she fingered herself, two, then three fingers inside, right over my face. I could have reached out and added some of my own… Then she turned and sat back down on the hard, plastic cock, her ass over my face, cheeks spread. If only I could move, I thought, I could finger her asshole.
When she stood up again, I knew she was close to orgasm; her body was covered in a sheen of sweat and her moans were loud. She took the dildo in her hand, sitting with her pussy hanging over the edge of the seat. I had a clear view of the toy entering her and it was like this that she came, her body convulsing.
When she was through, she squatted over my face, her pussy so close I could lick it. I smelled her aroused aroma. She reached down with one finger and swiped it from her hole to her clit, then dipped it inside my mouth, letting me taste her.
And then she was gone, leaving the room, leaving me alone. When she came back she was dressed again and I was allowed to get up.
Tonight, I will fuck her. I will use her new dildo and take her from behind, my prick inside her wet pussy, her toy inside her tight ass.
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