As I drove to his house, I felt the heat between my legs building. I squirmed in the seat, squeezing my thighs together, and I felt the slickness between my labia and a heavy throbbing ache. The mostly empty 2-lane road, straight for miles at a time and lined with intermittent scenes of featureless pastures or forest, encouraged my mind to drift. I thought about what had happened in our first session, and my thoughts kept trying to imagine the possible scenes for tonight. What would his house be like? What would we do? How would it feel? What did he have planned for me? The rising sense of anticipation fostered a mix of feelings: some unavoidable anxiety from not knowing, along with arousal at giving up control. Part of me resisted, wanting a semblance of control from knowing what would happen. I would give up and settle myself, then return to the questions.
For our second session, David invited me to come to his home on the lake. He gave me some minimal guidance.
“Wear some classy heels,” he said. “Sexy, but not so high that you can’t stand or walk. Wear a dress you would wear to go out. Underneath, a nice quality set of bra and panties.”
I sensed he deliberately avoided saying what we would do. Did he realize how much this would feed my imagination?
Memories of our first time lingered… and teased me. He had come to my modest apartment, and we flowed through some initial awkwardness into easy conversation as we shared a small meal. Moving to the sofa, our conversation became more sexual, and soon we were kissing. He took charge with a gentle confidence, and I enjoyed obeying his directions.
He had me undress in front of him, then unbuckled his pants and pulled them down with his boxers. I knelt between his knees as he sat on the sofa and did not hesitate when he indicated he wanted me to suck his stiffening, thick cock. I had seen a photo of it, and I felt gratified by how his arousal showed, happy to feel how his substantial girth and length filled my small hand and then my mouth. My position on the floor spread open my labia, and I felt the air on my very wet sex.
Fellatio proved to be the first part of his introduction to me. Spanking me formed the second part. He moved me across his lap, my nude torso sliding in electric contact across his muscular thighs. I felt his heavy arms holding me while one of his large hands slid over my bare hips and ass, exploring. It was a light caress at first, accompanied by his whispered compliments about how beautiful my body was and how silky smooth my dark skin felt.
I felt beautiful and so vulnerable. The heat and sting radiated through my body as I melted into his firm hold.
After being brought to a delicious orgasm with his fingers, we moved to my bed, and he put me into the classic ass-up, head down position. He knelt behind me on my bed, and I felt the third part of his introduction as his cock entered and then gradually stretched my tight vaginal canal. It felt deliriously good to be so deeply filled. My excited cunt flowed profusely with each thrust. When I felt him pulsing and gushing, a spike of excitement shot through me to know I had pleased him, and my own release began.
Tonight, I knew he had things planned, and my mind flowed ceaselessly over the possibilities. I imagined the ropes, bindings, spankings, and not having any control. The relentless images made me feverish with arousal, and I kept squeezing my thighs in a vain attempt to attenuate the ache. I slipped my hand down and then remembered his directive about no orgasms. I pressed through my panties, enjoying the sensations from my engorged clit.
As I turned into his neighborhood, I called ahead, and he had directed. Entering his drive, I caught a glimpse of the enormous lake behind his large house, the glassy surface reflecting a light orange glow from the sky. He stood at the entrance to his garage door, and I drove straight in. The garage door came down as I killed the engine.
As I opened my car door, he held out his hand to assist. An unnecessary gesture, I nevertheless accepted it with a smile, and he pulled me into his arms.
“Hello,” he said with a humored smile. “I’m glad you’re here.” He gave me a welcome kiss that hinted at more. Suddenly, it hit me how tense I had become during the drive.
“I’m glad I came,” I said, my smile and tone reflecting the growing warmth I was feeling.
“You look amazing,” he said, smiling, glancing over me. “I like the dress you picked.”
“Thank you,” I said, pleased at how his voice and eyes felt genuine. I smiled, looking down for a second, flushing, then glancing back at him.
“Come on in my kitchen,” he said, leading me. “I poured us a couple of glasses of wine.”
His manner, light and comfortable, helped me to calm myself a few more increments. I sipped the wine with him as we chatted. Talking about the kitchen, the house, and the view, he spiced the commentary and occasional questions with a few good-natured self-deprecating comments. He radiated an easy confidence that could be compassionate and kind yet had the range to lead boldly. I thought about how he had spanked me before, and about how good I felt following his directions. and how I relished being the focus of his very primal lust and desire. He knew I was tense, and I appreciated the way he was defusing it gently.
He reached for me, sliding his arm easily around my waist, and I enjoyed being drawn in so directly. Our gaze held for a moment, then we kissed again. I set my glass on the counter, and my arms went around his neck, my body molding into his. My arousal surged again, and I shook slightly in his arms, pressing my pelvis against his thigh.
After a few moments, we broke contact, foreheads touching, catching our breath.
“Come with me,” he said, taking my hand and leading me through a dark doorway.
My head spun as we stepped into a large, dark room. I kept my eyes on him, but noticed things around us. Large rustic wooden beams disappeared above into darkness. My heels echoed against dark hardwood floors, then padded silently as we stepped onto a thick Persian carpet. Pools of soft light from flickering candles allowed my eyes to adjust. To my left, dark maroon leather furniture sat around a large coffee table, and to my right lay a large dining table. Ahead in another part of this huge room, in a den-type space, another set of leather furniture sat around a large fireplace. Viewed from the side, the fireplace cast a warm glow in the den, and I heard the distant pop and hiss of the fire.
Stopping, he turned and let go of my hand. There was something in his manner that changed, and I knew to stand up straight. He smiled then, and pulled something out of his back pocket, holding it up so I could see it. I guessed it was a blindfold.
“Are you ready to begin, Jazmin?” he asked, and I gulped unconsciously and nodded.
“Yes sir,” I said.
“Good,” he said, smiling. “Just stand there like that, and I will tell you what to do.” Moving behind me, he continued, “I am going to put this blindfold on you now, and then we will get started.” Standing behind me, he slipped the blindfold over my head and gently tied it firmly in place. I felt a surge of excitement and anticipation. I had taken another step of surrendering to him and could feel my body reacting.
“I’m going to tell you at each step what I am going to do next,” he said, “There will be no surprises… for now.”
My sight gone, I quickly began to notice what my other senses offered. His deep voice felt richer, more resonant, warmer, and it seemed to flow over me and through me. High above us, I heard the light switch of a ceiling fan and felt the gentle stirring of the air around me. His hands stayed in contact with my body, and I remembered what he had told me about “seeing me” with his hands. His touch defined my waist, my hips, my tummy, my arms, and my back.
“I’m going to take off your dress now,” he said, and another spike of electric arousal shot through me, as I imagined standing before him in my bra and panties. I knew he would like what I picked. They fit my curves so well, and the black satin and lace with accents of teal satin looked amazing against my dark skin.
As he unzipped the dress and slid the material over my shoulders, I felt his lips kissing the bare skin along my neck and then my shoulder.
“I love your skin,” he murmured lightly in my ear, and I shivered, but not from the cold. The dress bunched around my waist, and I felt his fingertips randomly brushing my skin, painting me. The contrast between the flowing cool air and his warm hands awakened my shell, making it hum. As his hands caressed the boundaries of my shape, I felt beautiful and desirable. From his voice and the sounds of his movement, as well as the way his hands moved, I could tell he was circling slowly. I could sense his gaze sweeping ceaselessly over me, appraising me, and savoring all. His growing lust showed in the way his voice thickened and how his breath caught as his explicit, detailed comments spewed out.
With the dress around my ankles, he knelt in front of me, slowly. His fingers descended my legs, saving my smooth, soft skin, and I felt his breath warmly caressing my thighs. Tapping one foot, he helped me raise it, slipping the dress free, then the other. He didn’t get up right away, and I could feel his gaze toward the satin and lace-covered delta between my legs.
His fingers glided up each leg, then one hand slid between my thighs.
“Good girl,” he whispered when I moved one leg further apart, allowing his hand more access.
“Your panties are exquisite,” he said, and my face flushed at the praise. I felt his fingers tracing my skin along the inside of my thighs, grazing the taut material of the gusset. With just the lightest pressure, one finger slowly traced the center of the thin fabric, right over the ridge of my inner labia. I strained to keep my hips from moving. My knees felt weak. I could tell he was leaning close when he exhaled hotly against the sheer fabric, and I bit my lip to avoid gasping.
Slowly rising, he kissed up my tummy to between my breasts, and his hands reached behind, massaging my mostly bare ass cheeks.
His hands continued touching my skin after he stood, and the slow circling resumed.
“I can’t believe how amazing your ass looks,” he said, behind me, as his fingertips slid along the edge of the material of the thong back, then gently caressed each cheek. Gradually, his fingers teased lower, along the undersides and between the cheeks. I welcomed this invasion, feeling both vulnerably exposed and simultaneously emboldened by his words and touches of lustful adoration to surrender all to him.
“The way your hips swell from your waist,” he said, leaving out the verb while his hands accenting his touch, “and the way they curve so perfectly. Mmmmmm.”
Standing close behind me, I felt his heat against my back, then his hard chest pressing against me. I felt his mouth on the nape of my neck and shivered as his nibbles hit that sweet spot. My hips thrust forward involuntarily, and then I pushed back against him, wanting more contact, seeking that bulge I knew he had.
Embraced, I felt his hands caressing my front, brushing the edges of my full bra cups, sliding along the skin just underneath. Then, stroking lightly down from my clavicles to the swells of each mound, they traced the upper edges.
“Love your choice in under garments,” he said, as he held each breast and gently squeezed the cups. The bra cup material muted the effect of his touching and made me long for more direct touch.
A sigh escaped me as I leaned back against him. My hips twitched again.
“I’m going to remove your bra now,” he said in a steady voice.
His fingers went to the clasp, and I felt the elastic tension release, freeing my breasts. As he pushed the strap over one shoulder and then the other, I shrugged to let the garment slide down my arms. I felt him toss it away.
The cool air caressed my newly bared breasts immediately. The fan above, turning steadily, somehow contributed to random currents that touched my breasts from every side. My nipples, already engorged, tightened yet more with the gentle kiss of the light draft and the knowledge that a more intimate part of my body had been presented to him.
Pressing against me again from behind, I relished the way his arms came around me. My DD breasts filled his large hands, and I savored the slow way he stroked each one, the pressure slightly increasing each time. My diamond-hard nipples sent shocks of pleasure as he started to play with them. He tugged them, rolled them, squeezed them, venturing more pressure, but all with aching slowness. My hips twitched impatiently, and I gasped when his pressure hit the edge of pain.
My cunt flowed thickly. I felt the viscous, slick fluid coating my labia. My nether lips slipped smoothly against each other as I squeezed my thighs and clenched against the demanding ache.
Somehow guessing how insistent the void between my legs had become, he slid a hand down my tummy and into my panties. His fingers swept over my sparse, crinkled pubic hair and teased along the sides of my throbbing, swollen vulva. I tried thrusting against his touch, but he frustratingly kept my satisfaction just out of reach. I groaned loudly at the tease, my need pushing me closer to being frantic.
Instead of giving me satisfaction, he released me and began to circle again, fingers teasingly trailing. Stopping by my right side, his left arm slipped down my back and around my far hip, pulling me into him. His hand turned my chin, and he engulfed my mouth in a ravenous kiss. Aggressive and invasive, it was just what I needed, and I could not control my hunger as I fed on his mouth.
As we kissed, his hand slid down to cup and massage one breast, then the other.
When he paused, he left me panting. My vulva throbbed, almost painfully, and I knew my panties were now sodden with my arousal.
“Offer those gorgeous tits to me,” he commanded. “Lift them up,” and my hands complied immediately.
I felt his mouth covering one, wet and warm. His harsh suction sent sparks straight to my clit. I moaned, my hips undulating involuntarily.
His hands slid down my belly, and I was lost as the twin sensations flooded my brain: his sucking on my nipple, and his fingers sliding along the sides of my outer labia. I couldn’t help it; I pushed against his hand. He cupped my sex, his hand firm and strong, but my thrusting gave no satisfaction. Behind me, his other hand, inside the panties from behind, cupped one of my bare ass cheeks.
“Aaaaahhh…” came out of me. “Please…” I begged, my mind now entirely focused, flooded with ever-rising need.
His hand cupping my ass slid between my cheeks, down low, sliding just over the puckered ring of my anus, and dipped into my wet vagina from behind. His finger teased me relentlessly, barely pushing in the tip, pulling out a little, pushing in, pulling out the slippery nectar, and rubbing my perineum.
“Please…” I panted again, and I sensed his smile against my breast as he sucked.
He slowed instead, then paused, and stepped back. I felt his eyes over me, and I knew I looked disheveled and wanton. I didn’t care; I wanted more.
“Those panties need to come off now, don’t they?” he asked, a little playful tone in his voice since the answer was obvious.
“Please…Yes! Please!” I replied, my voice urgent and ragged. I took a deep breath, both anxious and eager for him to take the last step of unveiling my body.
“Mmmmm,” he murmured, moving around me, his hand sliding along the waistline of my panties.
“I want to watch you take them off,” he said from behind me. “Bend forward a little. Yes. Now arch your back just a tad. Ahhh… Slowly, yes, bring them down, Jazmin. Show me the rest of you.”
Turned on by the thick, husky sound of his voice, I felt his lust radiating. I longed to offer everything to him. I imagined how his eyes would hungrily pore over my most private places. Then in a nanosecond, a dozen images of myself flashed through my mind, being spanked, tied, devoured, and repeatedly impaled by his thick ramming cock.
The erotic tension inside soared, breaking past what I could bear. A long, loud whimper erupted uncontrollably out of me.
“AAAAAAHHHHH! AAAAAAAHHH!” My whole body shook as the waves of contractions pulsed through me.
“There…” he said gently, catching me as my knees gave way and enveloping me in an embrace. “That’s a good girl,” he cooed. “Let me hold you for a bit.”
