he gripped both sides of his robe, cocked one eyebrow, then lowered his gaze slightly..devilishly.. while lifting the corner of one side of his mouth, producing a dimple that could melt a nun’s drawers..i was no nun.
as the robe slid upwards, it revealed black doc marten boots, a really well worn pair of dark denim jeans, a thick, soft, supple brown leather belt and a tight white tee…i hate white, but sometimes the classics just work…
…i had to think about whether my mouth was hanging open or not.. whether there was the possibilty of embarrassing drool, i licked my lips, just to make sure.
sweet jesus, if he was selling insurance right now, i would have bought the top package and signed in blood..he looked that. fucking. good.
he finished pulling the robe off over his head and tossed it nonchalantly aside, maintaining eye contact the entire time. i was well and truly trapped under his spell. he took a hungry step forward, while sliding those hands, with his slim, tapered fingers to his belt, dextrously undoing it and the button on his jeans.
i licked my lips again, and gulped nervously as he continued to advance towards me, i had to steel myself not to take a step back..i was trembling a bit. i was sure that was not helping the ruse of the bold dominating image i’d tried to foster earlier..
he leaned in like he was going to kiss me, and i was just frozen, waiting for it to happen..my eyes unconsciously lowering – this man is like a fucking snake charmer – but then ducked aside and began to circle me instead. my head whipped around to track his movements, but i couldn’t follow him; my feet were rooted to the ground.
as he stepped behind me, i felt him lean in close, the heat from his body pouring off of him, his energy spilling over and into me. his mouth was next to my ear, and i moaned as his breath found my neck. he spoke.
‘i can’t wait for you to fuck my ass,’ he whispered like a wet dream in my ear. ‘i want you to give it to me good. i want you to fuck me hard, and deep, and slow, and sensual. i want to feel what you feel when i fuck you.’ i nearly orgasmed on those those words, and on the wet, open mouthed kiss he placed on my bare neck.
it fired me up.. those words, that kiss. it gave me back my spine. and as he moved back around to my front i had my resolve firmly back in place… as firm as his cock, which was now on proud display, jeans open and riding low, boxers shoved down to give him room. beautiful. and glistening. one tiny pearly drop suspended at the tip…god how i wanted to lick…but no.
‘kneel,’ i boldly commanded, pointing to the soft earth right in front of me. ‘you’ve got some work to do before i let you hug that bench.’ i winked at him then. he grinned saucily back..neither of us was fooled as he knelt in front of me. i knew he was humoring me because he wanted to be where i told him…and that was ok.
‘suck on it,’ i urged him pleadingly, one hand gripping my red member and offering it to him, as the other hand threaded through his dark, shaggy hair, caressing him softly. i watched as he closed his eyes and gave himself over to my petting. he loves my touch.
he took a deep breath in, then opened his eyes to look up at me with an adoration that nearly burst my heart in my chest, and said, ‘yes mistress.’ i would not have let any other man call me that, it’s not who i am.. but in that precise moment of time it just worked.. it felt right, so i guided his head to my cock even as he was leaning in to take it.
he kissed just the tip as he looked up at me, and watched me as he snaked his tongue slowly out, in a languid caress…and even though i couldn’t feel it, i felt it. i watched as he filled his mouth with saliva and wetly licked my entire length, then took me in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked and bobbed his head sensuously up and down on my cock.
i needed to be inside him now. i gripped his hair and pulled back on his head, ‘enough,’ i growled, ‘on the bench, now!’ he smiled big, then slid his hands around my hips and firmly grasped me, as he levered his body back up from a kneeling position for me. he didn’t obey right away…instead, he slid his chest along mine as he rose, then leaned in for a searing kiss, while pulling his shirt off, breaking the kiss only when he had to pull it over his head.
he turned away then and walked to the bench, where he sat down facing me. i wanted to growl at him to kneel down and bend over it like he knew i wanted, until i saw him reach for his boots – he was taking them off for me.. he knows how much i hate it when guys leave their socks on in bed.. he was going to finish stripping – that, right there, made me want to attack him like a fucking beast!
i stepped towards him, but it was his turn to waive a finger at me. i stilled. he unlaced slowly, while mesmerically holding my gaze, sliding both boots and socks off, then working his jeans down lean hips, stepping out of them..completely naked and utterly beautiful before me..so humbling.
he turned then, he did not kneel, but simply bent down, gripping the sides of the bench firmly, widening his stance, and impudently proffering his deliciously round derriere.
i was there in an instant, grasping his cheeks, caressing them, spreading them. i slipped my hand up to his mouth and he instantly took my fingers in, sucking on them, making me think of fucking, making my pussy gush.
i reluctantly pulled them away from his talented tongue, and sent them on a wandering path down his spine, delving into the fissure of his ass and slipping to his puckered entrance. he moaned at the touch to his sensitive flesh.
i slid my other hand around to grasp his hard cock, sliding up and down in a soft rhythym as i kissed between his shoulder blades. ‘this is the rhythym i want you to use on your cock as i fuck you in your ass,’ i told him, then removed my hand. he replaced it with his own and did exactly as told.
i slowly breached his ass with my wet finger, working him, widening him, preparing him. i added another.
he moaned with my movements and pleaded, ‘just fuck me, please..’
i brought my hand back up to my mouth and let a puddle of saliva pour into it’s cupped palm, then brought my hand back down to my damp cock, wetting it thoroughly, sliding my fingers up and down, coating it with my natural lube. then, stepping forward, i grabbed one hip and positioned myself at his entrance using the other hand.
i bent over his back, draping my corseted breasts over him, making our hips flush, and began to press inwards.
‘don’t fight me baby, loosen it for me…let me in,’ i gently coerced.
i could feel him give way as he complied, and i began to slide in deep, he moaned in delight as my cock filled him in, reaching spaces that made his legs tremble, and his throat make guttural noises that turned me on with the speed of a light switch.
i slowly slid back out until just the tip remained, then pushed back in more firmly, and with a little more force. he groaned and i could tell he was pumping his dick faster now…could tell he was enjoying every sensation of my penetration.
‘harder,’ he begged.
i grabbed both hips, pushing away as i pulled out, then slammed it home, pulling my body in by his hips, even as my own hips thrust towards his ass in a powerful, pounding stroke that unleashed me. i began to piston into him, pumping myself in and out with a frenzied abandon that only increased with every low grunt and moan he let forth, with every quick jerk of his hand, wrapped firmly around his rock hard cock.
i was so turned on i wanted to cum.. i was going to cum, my nipples had popped slightly over the top of my corset with all of my rough, pounding movements, and the abrasion was shooting sparks through my clit. i could tell he was close too, and i wanted him to erupt.
i wrapped my arms around him tightly, bringing my lips to his ear, continuing to fuck into his ass, in fierce pounding strokes. ‘cum for me baby, i can’t cum til’ you cum.’
i reached up gripping his nipples hard, pulling on them, as i bit his ear – not quite hard enough to draw blood – and tugged down on it, flicking my tongue over and over the sensitive flesh.
his hips bucked madly and he let out a shrill animal moan as i felt jets of his cum hit our twined flesh, and he started to collapse towards the bench, his knees buckling with the intensity of his orgasm.
that’s when my own started to hit, giving one last deep thrust, which ground the base of the strap-on right into my throbbing clit, i reared my head back and screamed into the night as we both collapsed half on the bench, half on the ground, in a sweaty sated heap of steaming limbs.
our mouths found each other, our arms locked around each other, gripping tightly as i sat in his lap, feeling the wetness of his cock at my hip, and our damp flesh sticking together.
© 2015 Kat Crimson
