The first time I met the love of my life he thought I was as sweet as can be. His parents even urged him to be careful not to pressure me into anything. I felt almost sorry for him. The idea of me being a sweet, innocent, little virgin is almost laughable. I can see where they were coming from though, I’m twenty and under 5”5’ with a petite frame but the most fantastic pair of 32E breasts. So I can come across as a little coy and sweet when it suits me. But the reality is I am very kinky. I love pain: clamps, floggers, paddles, hot wax. Love it all. But I also have a very dominant side. As my poor boyfriend was about to find out.

We’d been seeing each other for a few of weeks when he helped me move into my new place. He was a perfect gentleman and I figured it was time for a reward…

I sauntered up behind him and started to rub his shoulders, gently at first and then harder working out some of the knots. I then slipped my hands under his shirt and ran my hands up and down his gorgeous torso, enjoying the feeling of every ridge of muscle under his soft skin. After a moment I dug my nails in softly and pulled him round to kiss me. Hard. I could feel the need rising up in both of us, blood was rushing round my body making me tingle. All I could think about was how much I needed to feel him slam into me.

I grabbed him by the hand and with my sweetest expression on I dragged him towards my new bed. When we’d made it up the stairs we paused and looked at each other, both breathing hard with lust radiating off us. He held out a hand, looking concerned and asked if I was sure I wanted this. Poor poor boy.

I lent into him and started kissing him again, this time more gently, more coy. I didn't want to give the game away too soon. As we got carried away our kissing became more forceful and frenzied. I could feel his hardness pressing against me and my body was responding with just as much desire. I was wet and was in desperate need of some relief. He started to push me towards the bed so that he could be on top but I stopped him. I could hardly have my fun if he got to be on top could I? I began to slowly undress him, teasing him all the time. I unbuttoned his shirt whilst kissing up his neck, sometimes biting down ever so slightly, just enough to make him moan. Once his shirt was tossed aside I kissed my way down his gorgeous body, enjoying running my tongue along the ridges of his abs. What a fine specimen I had ensnared.

I pushed him back onto the bed and slowly removed each of his socks, rubbing and kissing his feet. Then I pulled down his jeans and boxers allowing his large, solid penis to bounce free. I could not resist the urge to take it into my mouth and run my tongue up the length of his shaft before enveloping all of him with my warm wet mouth. When he was nice and wet I began stroking him up and down with my hand and mouth working together. I could hear his breathing become more laboured and he began to tense up. This is how I wanted him. I stopped. My breathing was heavy and my pants are wet. Giving head turned me on too much.

I climbed up on top of him and smile down.

“You’re amazing.” he gasped, “But I was so close I can’t believe you stopped.”

“Oh darling you didn't think this reward was all about you did you? I have some things I would like to show you. Trust me?”

A flicker of slight concern crossed his face, this is a boy who isn’t used to having such a headstrong girlfriend. His mind will be changed about this pretty quickly I’m sure.

I slowly began to take my clothes off and as I pulled my shirt off over my head his eyes widen. He’s clearly very impressed with the size of my boobs barely encased in a shear black bra. My nipples are hard, a clear sign to him that that blow job got to me. He reached up to touch.

“Ah, not so quick darling.”

I grabbed both of his hands in one of mine and reached under my bed to my dressing gown cord. Smiling down at him I wrapped the cord twice around one of his wrists and then pulled it up behind him to loop it round the bars of my bed before securing the other wrist. He was now stretched out below me. So sexy and so vulnerable. And he knew it.

I shrugged out of my jeans so I was sat there on top of him in my barely there black underwear. I pulled off my bra, finally freeing my breasts. His eyes went wide and he reflexively tried to reach up and hold them but my restraints kept him down. I leant down and kiss him, letting my nipples graze against his naked chest. I could tell that he wanted this as much as I do but I wanted to be sure that he is still okay.

“Trust me baby?” I asked.

He just nodded silently looking turned on as hell. I needed to hear him say it out loud. 

“Say it.” I demanded.

“I do, I trust you.” He still sounded hesitant, so I thought, maybe I’ll be kind today.