Kinky pleasures of a filthy whore…

“I want to see you in some leggings.  Some very tight leggings.  I want to feel your wetness coming through them before i bend you over, peel them down and fuck you deep.”  After two very steamy sessions where i had teased his cock to explosion – he wanted to take control.  “I have a lot of pent up frustration and i need you to relieve it; i need you to give yourself to me.”, he texted.  I must admit, reading that text got me very excited.  This wasn’t the ‘standard’.  This was already so fucking hot.  Then came the final request, “I expect you to have the blindfold and the hand ties ready, i need your body.”

I’d gone from writing a professional paper to dashing round the house to prepare for this appointment.  I checked in with my best friend Kate like i so often did; i needed her to know when and where i was meeting and for how long.  It’s a safety thing.  I had her on loud speak as i tossed new sheets on to the bed, pulled out reams of tiny panties trying to figure what would go best with the leggings.  Then another text, “Be a sexy secretary, make sure your amazing breasts are on show.”  I read the text aloud to Kate who giggles and tells me that all of this is madness.  “You’re so brave.”, she says, “What do you do when they arrive?”, she goes on to ask.  I go into detail as to how i greet my guests as if i’m some sort of dab-handed whore who does it every day.  She continues to erupt into hysterics while i continue to prepare my boudoir…am already taking on my little minx persona.  A complete turn around to the sensible studious girl i was just less than thirty minutes before.  “Right”, i say, “all ready now i just need to get myself ready, i’m going to have to jump into the shower.”  I say bye and promise to text after my guest leaves.  He’s having a one hour session and every minute is going to be spectacular.

It’s not easy you know.  Getting everything ready, having a mad dash from one persona to the other.  I quickly lay out the red velvet hand ties and black blindfold on the bed as a bold and enticing indicator of my kinky intentions.  Next to it, my outfit.  I jump into the shower.  The grooming element is something that takes time and it has to be perfect.  I start by making sure that i’m completely smooth down there, using the most lush smelling body-wash worked up to a luxurious foam, enjoying my own body as part of the whole ritual.  Finally, i dry myself and take time to rub in body oils across my pulse points; cooling and softening the parts of my skin that he will breathe in when he finally has me before him.  I take time to enjoy the aroma and the touch of it as it meets and melts into my skin.

I dry my hair and begin to relax, the smell of sex is already in the air.  The curls of my hair fall down over my breasts and i begin to apply some subtle but sultry eye makeup.  I then slip into my skin tight wet-look leggings.  There is not a single crevice, curve or line that cannot be seen in them, they are all but painted on.  I turn to the mirror and look at my ass, my word, i look amazing – my ass is amazing.  I slip on a buttoned up blouse and only fastened two of the buttons, with my assets right on display just as he had asked.  I lay on the bed and took some pictures.   I sent them to him as a very cheeky smile crossed my face.  “Wow, you look stunning, i’m nearly there.”, came the reply.  I’m excited but feel confident.

A knock at the door, it’s him.  I slide into my heels and strut to the door.  I open the door and he steps inside.  He looks in utter disbelief.  He holds me out at arms length like he can’t get enough of the view of me.  His eyes cannot get any wider.  Now that is one lustful expression he has.  I turn around teasingly saying, “Erm, i wasn’t sure if these leggings were tight enough.  Can you see enough of my ass in these?”  Lust has already taken over him, his eyes are full of passion – he’s on auto-fuck mode.  “You are fucking amazing, fucking amazing.  I’ve never seen anything as magnificent in my life.”  I stand to study his expression a little longer, allowing him to take me in visually.

I walk through to the bedroom, making cheeky, suggestive comments.  He’s not listening, he’s fully engaged on me; on my body and his need to fuck me – and i can feel it; i can feel it in the air so much as to taste the sexual tension.  The room is full of sex, two minds high on pleasure and it hadn’t even started.  “Just stand there.”, he said firmly as he sit on the bed.  He stood me in front of him and gabbed in between my legs.  He told me how hot and wet it was there and used his leg to force my legs open further.  I groaned and threw my head back, eyes closed in anticipation.  He ordered me to turn around and face the wall.  He stood up and began kissing my neck, it was as if we cold taste each others’ heartbeat.  He sat back down and i stayed facing the wall.  “Stick that ass out for me.”, he said assertively.  Of course, with both hands firmly on the wall, i did as he said.  I knew what a sight would be before him and i knew the slight pause was him stopping to take it in.

He asked me to tell him how much of a naughty girl i was…and i did…and it was so fucking true.  He gave me one hard spank and i gasped with my right cheek pressed into the wall.  Wow it felt really amazing and he gave me three more to enjoy.  In this position, with him sat on the bed, my ass was right in his face.  He then slowly peeled down my leggings to reveal just my ass.  Then, slowly, he peeled them off completely.  He ordered me take the rest of my clothes off, all but my heels, and then lay on the bed.

Once on the bed he tied my wrists to the bed-frame and i could see that my breasts looked amazing and he couldn’t help but pay attention to both nipples with his tongue before blindfolding me.  Then i felt his tongue between my legs, licking my swollen clitoris.  I moaned and wiggled, my bottom lifting off the bed.  He stabilized my withering hips and forced my legs wider apart.  The pleasure roseu p to my nipples.  I felt my whole body tense in ecstasy when i felt his fingers slide inside me.  I pulled harder on the hand restraints.

Next, i feel his cock slide up through my breasts and into my mouth.  He tasted so nice and in my mind i was begging for more.  I could taste his pre-cum at the back on my throat.  His cock was so hard that i began to gag despite my mind telling me i needed to have more of it.  Finally, he stopped, turned me over, with my wrists still tied, pulled my ass up and plunged his cock into me from behind.  As soon as he did this, a burst of pleasure rippled from in between my legs and across my body, i came so hard that he had to hold me up with my hips.  To have him fuck me in that position was ecstasy and my second orgasm peeked at the same time as his and i felt him explode inside me as he let out a gasp.  He grabbed be hard toward him, thrusting his entirety into me, to make sure i felt the fullest extent of his huge orgasm.

After he showered, he left completely satisfied and i was left a little richer … now that really is job satisfaction.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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