Thank you for such a wonderful night.

You looked beautiful as usual. The black dress you wore is my favourite. On first glance the style seems so demure but it also gives tantalising glimpses of the flesh beneath, moulding to the lines of your body like a second skin. Let’s not forget the view it gave me and the waiter, at the restaurant, when you “accidentally” dropped your napkin and then bent down to pick it up. The teasing glimpse of pale breast against black lace had me instantly hard. I still am.

As you walk through the front door I grab your wrist to stop you from turning on the lights. You go to speak but I lay a firm finger against your lips. An insistent finger, on the softest of lips, to let you know with a gesture that I am in control and you will do as you are told. The room is dark and lit by only by pale streetlight streaming through large windows. While your features are hidden by the dimness I can feel your acceptance of my control by first the smile and then the kiss upon my silencing finger.

I tug at your wrist. You give a token, teasing resistance but I pull harder, insistent, leading you silently across the darkened room to the couch. You just stand there relaxed, waiting for instruction and now fully accepting of my little game.

I turn your body and press you against the back of the couch. I lean into you so you can feel, by the hardness of my cock against the curve of your arse, how much I want you. Your slow grind back into me tells me you want me just as much. Reaching up I brush the hair from your nape and lay light kisses on your warm skin but it isn’t till I nip at the flesh between your neck and shoulder that I get a response. You muffle a moan but I feel you tremble as I mark you as mine.

I step back and place my hands on your shoulders. They look so large and rough against your delicate skin. I use just enough force to slowly push your body forward until I have you bent over the couch with your face buried in the cushions. From my point of view you’ve been reduced to just a great arse crowning a stunning pair of legs. But the laughter I hear, muffled by cushions, reminds me you’re all woman. The woman I want.

I take a moment to admire your arse. What sane man wouldn’t? Then ever so gently, barely touching you, I run my hands over the swell of your hips. Slowly and patiently I let them move their way down your legs, past hemline, over stocking covered thighs and calves until they reach journey’s end at your feet. I smile as they are quite appropriately, for tonight, wearing the most stylish of fuck-me pumps. Bent over as you are it’s easy to grasp each ankle and widen the distance between your feet to a quite unladylike gap. Having positioned you in such a way as to meet my demands I then run my hands back up your legs to reach for the hem of your dress. Slowly I lift it over your arse and hips until it sits bunched about the small of your back. I pause briefly to stare at the scrap of lace that barely covers your perfect arse. It has me thinking of the other half of the set which gently cups and supports your breasts. But it’s just a brief pause as you give that inviting arse a wiggle to reclaim all my attention. It’s so soft and smooth and firm and pale in the dim light of the living room. I reach for your panties and slide them gently over your hips. The lace making a barely audible rasping sound as it moves across your skin. It sends a shiver through me and my cock twitches in response. I drag them down your thighs till they catch around your spread knees.

I slip to my knees and press my face into you. My hands reach round to grip your thighs hard, pulling you back, as my mouth and nose press between your pussy lips and arse cheeks. I can feel the heat radiating from you. The ever-present wetness starting to leak from your body in anticipation of whatever is to come and most exciting of all is the smell of you. The warm rich musk of your body brings a further hardness to my cock and a hunger to taste you with all my senses.

Your thighs widen making access easier as I reach out to gently pull apart the lips of your pussy. The way I have you allows me, in one broad stroke of my tongue, to taste you from throbbing clit to your twitching arsehole. I tease that tightest of holes with the tip of my tongue and smile as I feel your body shiver with pleasure.

I move back to your pussy and tease some more by sucking your lips into my mouth. One at a time, sucking and then gently tugging at them with my teeth. You become inpatient and try to move to get me to pay more attention to your clit. But the way you’re laying over the couch leaves you helpless. I give your arse a couple of swats to make you behave and remind you who’s in charge here.

When you’ve settled down I return to my feast. I run my tongue up and down between your lips. Teasing, tasting at the entrance to your pussy. Slipping in with just the tip of my tongue but only so I can have a quick taste before returning to lap up and down, up and down…

When I think you’ve had enough torture and I’ve had enough of merely tasting I decide it’s time to give you what you want. I now concentrate on running my tongue over your thrusting clit and gently squeezing it between thumb and forefinger. As usual when playing with your clit it doesn’t take long for you to come.

I’m forced to work harder to lick and suck up your juices before they start to trickle down your thighs. Thighs that tremble as your body rides from one orgasm to the next. As you crash through one particularly strong orgasm I thrust my tongue as deep into your hole as I can. I feel the muscles contract and squeeze about me. I’m not sure if I’m tongue-fucking your pussy or your pussy is fucking my tongue.

Although you have trained me like a champion my tongue and jaw eventually become too tired to give you the attention you need. So I stand up, unzip my fly and pull out my cock. I give it a few long slow strokes and I’m ready to go, but we aren’t at that particular stage yet. I satisfy myself by sliding the head over the curve of your ass and then between your cheeks. I then slip into your tight hole but only to wet the head and both our appetites. Then I pull out your pussy and replace my cock with two fingers. You like my long thick fingers. Sure you like having your clit rubbed, licked and sucked but you sure do enjoy being finger-fucked. At first I slide them in slowly to give that tight little hole time to stretch and become accustomed to my filling intrusion. When your body has relaxed and welcomed the insertion then I decide we can start the real fun. I search by touch and locate, by your body’s reaction, that spot you like so much to have touched. While it might sound simple, you’re a girl with simple needs. To get you off it’s just a matter of keep finger-fucking and keep stroking that spot.

I hear you come. Your face is pressed into the cushions but I can still hear the moans. In the shadowy darkness I watch the shudder of your hips as you crash through your orgasm. But my fingers never stop or even slow and keep up this relentless pleasuring of your body because I want something more from you. Something that I can only get when your body cuts completely loose and I know a sure-fire way of getting it. I increase the speed of my fingers thrusting against that sensitive spot in your pussy and then with my other hand I go back to squeezing you with my fingers just above your clit. I know what you like and start tugging and increasing the pressure. A double assault on you most sensitive spots and I get what want.

It might be a quirk of mine and some might even call it a fetish but I love the sound of your pussy when it’s swamped with your cum. This is beyond mere moist or wet. This is obscene sounding as I ram my finger into you over and over again. It leaks from your pussy till it looks like you’ve pissed yourself. Your creamy cum streams down your thighs in such quantities that I can’t suck all of it up and so it continues to dribble down your legs to be only partly absorbed by your panties around your knees.

I keep up the assault on your body till you come. But this is no mere orgasm. This is that final “Big One” and even through the couch and cushions I can hear you scream and scream. Your entire body thrashes and I have to leave off my finger-fucking of pussy and clit to hold on to you to stop you falling over the couch or tumbling to the floor. I wrap my arms around you to hold you safe and secure while once again forcing my tongue into your pussy bathing in its streaming juices and let you ride my face like you ride the waves of pleasure.

It takes time but you eventually come down, come back from wherever “Big One” has taken you. I run hands over all the skin I can reach from my kneeling position behind you. I feather your arse with soft kisses so you know I’m still there. I soothe, I comfort and caress to maintain that connection I never want to lose.

When at last you are quiet and resting contentedly I reach down and slowly lift your panties back into place. Then just as slowly I pull your dress back down till you’re once again decently covered. I then help you to stand but keep a firm grip on you. Whether it’s from being bent over for so long or the orgasms, you’re a little wobbly on your feet. I maintain my hold on your shoulders till I feel you’re back under your own control and then ever so slowly, never breaking eye contact, I draw you to me till our lips almost touch. Then I kiss you.

You once told me you like the taste of your pussy juices but that you love the taste when you’re licking it off me. It didn’t matter whether it was from my face or cock and by the hunger in your lips you prove this abundantly true. My face must be a mess covered with your juicy cum but your tongue flicks out hungrily to taste it. Your hands in my hair hold me firmly so you can run your tongue across my cheeks and chin before once again dipping back into my mouth to dance with my own.

No words have been spoken in this dark room and none are needed now. Trust and understanding don’t need to be spoken of. Sometimes all that is required is the briefest of touches or glances to convey the strongest and deepest of thoughts. I see those thoughts reflected in your eyes but I also see a hunger that says while words of love don’t need to be spoken… sometimes those words need to be put into practice.

So enough of this foreplay. I take your hand to slowly lead you towards the bedroom and the waiting toys and restraints that I’ll use on you. You smile happily as I guide you towards your fate.

I hope you like, and if you ask nicely I may continue

Sean