I am the slut, you are my slaveI am the slut, you are my slave

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I can hear the rain outside. The breeze catches the drops and it rattles against the windows like the wind chime in my hallway. My heels ‘nick-nock’ against the wooden floor, as I approach the bedroom door. I’ve been looking forward to this moment for a while. To fulfil your little fantasy. I knew you wanted me, but I didn’t expect such a specific request. It’s funny you live next door to someone and you don’t really know them. But then of course I did know you, but that was a few years back. I was earning a few pounds on a Saturday morning at the corner shop. You were picking up your loaf and paper. Who would have thought, we would end up like this? I’m only too happy to oblige of course. That inquisitive college girl you knew has grown into a fully rounded slut. I’m a professional girl now. Gone through university and landed a nicely paid job at the bank. It’s all suits and pantyhose and my nice shiny shoes. I have a lot of shoes. I don’t wear ones like these to work, obviously. A girl has to save something for the bedroom. Well here goes. One last look in my little compact. Lips just right. Eye shadow understated yet effective. I push the door open and see you waiting, naked. Your arms tied to the brass uprights of the bed, as you requested. I’m not the sixteen year-old you saw at the shop any more am I? Gone is the slightly awkward, girl-next-door. I’m a woman. And don’t you know it! For a moment or two I just stand there, in the doorway, weighing up the situation, thinking what I’m going to do with you. A shiver, from the thrill of my own thoughts makes my nipples go hard and my hackles rise. You’re going to experience domination – my way. There’s no BDSM with me. No whips or leather. Just a slow tease. Undoing your resolve, button by button, moment by moment. By the end, I will own you. Your eyes are everywhere. Startled, flitting from my stilettos to my red, pencil skirt and up to my black and white polka dot blouse. Do you like how my breasts sway as I walk? You can see their weight inside my bra, I know you can. I know how you must almanbahis şikayet dream to hold them. Even just to feel them through my clothes. I saw it in your eyes then and I can see it now. Except, now I have you where I want you; mine to play with for an afternoon. I walk slowly, but deliberately around to the head of the bed. I adjust your pillow, making you comfortable and assuring that you have a good view. Your tethered hand strokes my black nylons. Do you like the silky feel of my hosiery? Hmmm… I might linger here for a minute, allowing you to gaze over my body. I look down. Your cock stirs, rotating from the base, like the big hand of a clock, as you begin to harden. I consider giving you a stroke, but I don’t. You have to wait. Your nostrils flare a little and you breathe in my perfume. I know you can sense the other scent too. It’s dabbed behind my ears and on each wrist. I hope you like that; I thought it was a nice touch. I look into your eyes, as my fingers play with the top two buttons of my blouse. Your eyes are burning through the thin black silk, trying to make out the outline of my nipples, which are becoming erect, pressing against my bra. I look at you and turn away smugly, walking back to the foot of the bed. So what will it be? Skirt or blouse? Maybe you’d like to see some of my creamy white cleavage, spilling over my bra? Perhaps, you want to see my stockings? I thought about hold-ups, but a girl knows when a little class is called for. After all, I’m class aren’t I? I’m the girl you dream about. I’m the girl on the beach that all the others are glancing at, jealously. I turn away slightly and spread my legs, just a little, so you can see how my peachy, cheeky ass strains against my skirt. I unclip the hook on my skirt, my hair falling over my face as I look down. I ease down the zip. The room is quiet. The rain has stopped and all you can hear is the soft ‘zzzzzzz’ as I draw the zipper down. Was that a little gasp? Your cock is really getting excited now, isn’t he! It’s that band of creamy white thigh almanbahis canlı casino against the black of my stockings. Men love that. I bet you want to run your hands up, feeling the silkiness of my legs… the heat of the flesh burning your palm. ‘Swissssh’ my skirt falls to the floor and I step out of its folds and turn around, with my back to you. ‘That’s one hell of a bum,’ you’re thinking. Well, some say it’s my best feature. I’m not sure. Shiny black panties. Hope you like them. I got them especially for today. I know they don’t quite cover my cheeks. Well, they don’t cover them at all, do they? I turn around and begin to undo the top button of my blouse as your eyes gaze longingly at my panties and the sexy mound of pussy that’s packed inside the skimpy gusset. My lips are puffy – they’re always like that, particularly when I’m aroused. Like now. Being black, they tend to hide the little moisture that’s gathered on the crotch, but trust me it’s there. I know what you’re thinking now. What do you want more, the scent of my pussy placed a centimetre from your nose or my boobs wrapped around your cock? Tricky isn’t it! A few more buttons. Look one hand! It leaves the other one free to run a finger along the cleft of my pussy. Ooh… that feels good! My pussy is so hot. I can feel her steaming almost, hot and sticky, clinging to my panties. I take the liberty of pleasuring myself a little as you watch. I pinch my pussy lips through the silk and rub them between my forefinger and thumb. They’re nice and puffy, the lubrication making a gorgeous viscous texture under my fingers. Your eyes are so intently watching things south of the border, you haven’t noticed that I’ve just undone the last button. Yes, your eyes might widen. The puppies come into view. Spectacular aren’t they. My pride and joy. My little boobies. Except they’re not so little. Now, they’re 34 E cups of titty heaven. I lean forward. My hair partially obscures the view, but I hold it back so you can see them sway inside my bra. I stand up and kneel on the bed. almanbahis casino Just a couple of shuffles. I want to feel your legs, as I admire your length. Quite a beast isn’t it! You should be happy with that. To touch or not to touch, that is the question. Do you like this pose? Boobs forward, ass in the air with finger on pursed lips. Hopeless slutty, yet thoughtful. I give your cock a little twang. It springs back. You wince. I giggle. I like hard cocks. OK, maybe you would like to see them now. Then again, should I let you have a long close look at my ass before I take off my panty-thong? Decisions, decisions. I shuffle a little closer. Now my knees are planted in the duvet, one of your legs between mine. My hands slip down the edges of my waist and I begin to roll down the little tied corners of my panties. Then I stop… I lick my lips, following your gaze with my eyes and I raise my hands behind me. One hook gone and my breasts begin to heave a sigh of relief. Second hook… Ah! Your eyes widen, like a kid on Christmas. Yes, drink in the moment. Savour the revelation of my unfettered boobs. Shuffling closer – tits hovering, inches from your cock. I dip down, my tits squished against your cock. You might well groan. Tit wank you naughty man? I think so. Hmmmm… my breasts, soft and warm, squashed around your cock. I drizzle a line of saliva from my mouth; it runs down the valley, between my breasts and reaches your cock. Up and down, squeezing my tits around your pole. Up and down, drizzling more spit, making your cock wet. Trapped between my perfect tits. You’re so hard! Ooh that feels good doesn’t it. Stay with me big boy! You can’t come yet, not till I say. You have a long way to go yet. I better ease off. I’ll just wobble them over your big, fat bell end. It’s getting darker as your blood fills the end. Your bulbous glans, it’ll be glowing like a big pink beacon at this rate. You’re breathing hard! Hope I don’t kill you. I stand up and slip off the bed, allowing you to take a breath. But not for long. You know what’s coming next don’t you? I rub my clit through my panties and drive a deep ridge along my lips. My panties are buried in the cleft of my pussy and you can see the outline of my cunt now. I lick my finger. I can taste my own musky sweetness, just from what has soaked through.

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