The doorbell rang. I could see him through the glass panes of my front door. He was standing there, shivering, a brown-bagged bottle of wine wrapped tucked underneath his left arm. I opened the door and let him in. He thrust the bottle at me, leaned forward to give me a quick kiss which was a slightly painful bump of his cheekbone against mine. Right away, it was apparent he was terribly nervous.
To keep him calm, I kept my movements slow and deliberate. I turned him around, slipped his leather jacket off and hung it on the banister post. I walked over to the kitchen table and told him to sit while I went ahead and opened the wine bottle.
He sat at the table, crossed his arms and looked around everywhere but at me. There was no expression on his face except for the tight lips. All right, I thought, perhaps a glass of wine would help loosen him up a little.
Brought the opened bottle and the wineglasses over to the table and sat down, crossed my legs and rested one elbow on the table. He quickly grabbed the bottle by the neck and poured for both of us, sloshing the wine only slightly.
I proceeded to show him how to play backgammon for he had never played before. Of course, the first game we played, he lost.
I smiled and told him that each time he lost, he would have to do something for me.
In this instance, I ordered him to unzip his jeans and pull out his cock through the opening of his boxers. He stared at me for a few seconds, as if trying to determine if I was actually being serious. I stared back at him, raising one eyebrow expectantly. He then fumbled to unzip and pull out his member. His penis was the only exposed part of him, asides from his hands and his face.
We played another round. He was so self conscious and flustered that he lost again. I looked at him and smiled. I could see his Adam's apple rappel up and then down his throat.
Pull down your pants, I told him.
This time, he didn't hesitate. He gingerly pulled his cock back through the zipper and in a matter of seconds, his jeans were now around his ankles. He looked at me to see if I approved. I deliberately took my time to take in the view. I didn't not smile knowing that this would make him more nervous and unsettled.
We played the third round. This time I lost.
His eyes widened at the realization, unsure of what would happen now. I rested my foot, encased on a knee high boot on the edge of the chair between his knees and lightly rested it against his genitals. The black skirt I was wearing naturally slid down my raised thigh and he learned that my sheer black pantyhose reached only to the top of my thighs. His mouth fell ajar a little. He tried very hard not to rudely gawk while casting furtive glances to see what I was wearing underneath that skirt. His hands moved forward to touch the leather boot but just before they did, I snapped my fingers and gave a warning shake of my head. His hands fell to his sides. But his cock was beginning to thicken and harden, the veins well on their way to being fully engorged.
We played the fourth round. Each time he landed on one of my men and took it out, I pressed my foot a little harder against him and let my leg that was raised lean a little to show more of myself to him. At this time, his hands were beginning to shake, he would forget what moves he just made on the board. His cock was hard as rock and standing at full attention. He poured himself another glass and quickly gulped it down without asking first if I would like mine refilled. I frowned and this time pressed my foot so hard against him that his chair slid back a little.
He looked at me in shock. I let my foot gently bat around his cock a little and studied his reaction. His eyes were closed, his head tilted back and his hands were tightening into frustrated fists. I snapped my fingers and ordered him to look at me. He opened his eyes quickly and looked into mine. While our eyes were locked, I learned forward, took off my boot, brought my foot back in between his legs and began to massage him, first by sliding it under his balls and stroking then moved upwards to slide up and down his cock that was so hard it was angrily red. I could not only hear but see his breathing becoming more rapid, almost to a pant. He loved the sensation of the leather on his cock and balls.
I told him it was our final round. He looked at me as if he couldn't believe how I could be so unmerciful, how I could torture him like this by delaying his need for gratification.
I laughed and told him to roll. He did so, but so clumsily that one of the dice fell on the floor in front of my chair. I removed my foot so that he could lean forward to pick up the dice. As he did so, I slid my chair forward a little so that his head would be right between my knees. He slowly raised his head up but I stopped him by tightening my thighs around his head. He froze, not sure what he would be allowed to do at this point. I placed my hand on the back of his head and pulled him closer until he was under my skirt and I could feel his breath warming me up. I let him stay like this for a minute, suspended, enjoying the control I had over him. I knew that he was taking in my scent which was driving him out of his mind.
I ordered him to pull off my panties with his teeth and tongue.
He did so by first sliding his tongue underneath the edge of the panties wherever he could reach. Involuntarily I gasped at the way his tongue would ever so slowly and with even deliberation trace along the edges of my panties, right around my vagina. Without being aware, I had let my legs open as wide as they could and inched just a little closer to him. I could feel my clit beginning to swell up, I could feel the growing wetness thoroughly soaking the crotch of the panties. Then gingerly, with his teeth, he gripped the top edge of my panties and began to tug. I raised my hips a little to assist him. He pulled with his teeth until my panties were down around my ankles. He then clasped my ankles firmly, brought them tightly together and raised them up so that my view of him was blocked except for his hands that were tightly holding my ankles.
He would blow on me so that after each breath, I would feel an icy coolness settling over my cunt. Just when I was beginning to shiver a little, then that is when his hot wet tongue dove in with a near ferocity that nearly made me fall off my chair. I held onto the chair so my ass wouldn't slip off. I tried to bring my ankles down so that I could watch him but he held firm, pinning me down with his tongue that seemed to grow ever longer and thicker to monstrous proportions. It began to flicker quickly just above my clit, stroking it until I was so so close to coming.
Then abruptly, his tongue disappeared. I was in suspense wondering what was going to happen next. A few seconds later, I felt his warm wet tongue again slide down between my lips, dip into my cunt, in and out, in and out then continuing sliding down to the puckered hole below.
Oh my god, I realized what he was about to do and bit my bottom lip. His tongue circled around my asshole teasingly and then begin to penetrate right into the sphincter. The tip of his tongue would first push in then pull out, push in deeper, pull out and then push in even deeper until it felt as if all of his tongue had submerged fully into my ass. I was so turned on that I could feel the juices of my cunt dripping down, cooling in the air and seeping into my asshole each time his tongue pulled out.
Then that oh so marvelous and talented tongue made its way back up again to my clit while my ass was being filled up with a finger that twirled around as it plunged in and out. His tongue began to quickly flick my clit matching the rhythm of the finger that was fucking my ass and another that was fucking my cunt.
It didn't take long for me to come so hard, that the walls of my vagina and asshole would pulse and pulse seemingly without end.
The man gently stroked the back of my legs before letting my feet fall with a loud thud to the floor. My leg muscles were so weak that they were beginning to twitch.
He stood up and gently pulled me up by my hands. Taking me by the hips, he turned me around and placed his hand on my back and firmly pushed me down until I was lying on the table, and with his foot, spread my feet apart.
With a near violent rapidity, he slid his cock into my slippery cunt and rotated his hips around deliciously. Then he pulled out, and I could feel him sliding the head of his cock up and down between the cheeks of my ass. With growing excitement, I waited for him to push into my eagerly awaiting ass that was impatiently pushing against him.
He did not disappoint me. At first, he nudged against the hole teasingly. He would pull away each time I pressed back towards him.
I was beginning to feel frustrated, I wanted instant gratification and I wanted it now!
I turned around to look at him and felt his cock grow absolutely hard as a diamond. He liked my watching him. While we were still looking at each other, he grabbed my ass and pushed himself. I could feel my asshole relaxing to allow all of him to enter. He filled me up so completely and so tightly that I began to moan uncontrollably. He pumped me harder and harder, always pulling almost all the way out and then pushing in completely that again, I was on the verge of having another orgasm. Then he reached around and with a butterfly's touch, stroked my clit and slowed down the tempo so that we were pushing against each other with exaggerated slowness. This way, I could feel his shaft, the head of his cock sinking in and out, be aware of each nuance of his fingers stroking my clit until finally, I felt the hotness of his jizzness pouring into me. The throbbing of his thick meaty cock aroused me so much that I also came, my asshole clinching and releasing his cock over and over again.
Still keeping his cock inside, he pulled me upright into a standing position, then turned me slightly and allowed me to sit on him while he sat down on the chair. He wrapped his arms around me tightly and breathed heavily into my back, his cock, now softening a little squishing around a little bit inside my quivering ass.
He reached over to the pack of cigarettes on the table, deftly pulled one out, placed it in my mouth and lit it for me.
And there we sat, waiting for our breathing to return to normal.
Author: kinkspeak