years ago, your body type was revered. A well-rounded woman with glorious hips and breasts was the most cherished, the most exquisite.” He tickled the soft skin around her naval, lapping at her with his tongue as she moaned. “I love your body, and can’t seem to get enough of it. See what you do to me?”
She smiled and ran her fingers lightly over his cock, the denim bulging over it.
“I am attracted to you. All of you. Will you let me in? Let me make love to you the way a woman should be made love to?”
She nodded.
“Will you let go of your mind, for a little while, and submit to me? Submit to yourself?”
He grazed his teeth across the flesh below her belly button, and she groaned and tugged his hair.
“But I’m type A, a control freak. Y-you should see my lists.” She pointed to the coffee table full of notes.
“Sweet woman, submitting to your pleasure doesn’t mean you are weak, or that you’re losing control. You will always be in control. You’re the submissive. I’m asking you to let go of your fears and submit to your desires. If you get scared or start over thinking, give me your word to slow down. Remember?”
“Yellow.”
“Can you do that? For yourself?”
She nodded and gave him a lopsided grin. “Wait here. I want to try something with a feather duster and an apron. I’ll be right back.” She sprinted out of the room.
She came back, a few minutes later, wearing a vintage, lacy apron that stopped just below her bare pussy; her ass was bare, and she wore a devious smile. “Did you order room service, sir?” She curtsied, giving him a flash of her ample breasts hiding behind the material.
“Yes, I did, young lady. And you’re late.” He put a mock stern look on his face and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. “Do you know what happens to naughty employees who don’t act responsibly?”
“I don’t know, sir.” She batted her eyelashes and fiddled with the front of the apron, giving him another flash of her glistening sex. “Perhaps you should punish me. I wouldn’t want to get into bad habits.”
“Naughty girl. Come lie over my lap so I can punish you properly.” His cock was already straining through his pants. And when she lay over him, her pale, round globes peeking up at him from between the apron, he ached even worse. He smacked her hard and fast, laying into her with firm, crisp swats as she wiggled and squealed, rubbing against his hard cock. He opened the apron farther so he could get full access to her rapidly pinkening bottom.
“Harder, please. I don’t think I’ve learned my lesson yet,” she said, panting and grinding against him. Little minx.
He couldn’t take much more of this. He needed to be in her now, before he exploded. He gave her a barrage of fast, hard swats, leaving no inch of her bottom, her thighs, and in between, untouched. All were a sexy bright-red by the time he finished, a minute later. “Are you going to be a good girl now?” He pulled her up to straddle her lap.
A grin took over her whole face. She winced when he massaged her heated globes. “Yes, sir. I won’t be late again. May I please ride you now?” She unzipped his jeans and released him from the hellish confines of his pants.
He grabbed a condom from his pocket, opened it, and slid it on. “Ride me, little girl.” He maneuvered the jeans farther down and pulled her in for a deep kiss. Flicking her wet clit, he squeezed her bottom cheek and watched her wince from pain and pleasure.
She pressed her wet pussy against the tip of his cock, and slowly took him in, inch by agonizing inch, until he was full seated.
He groaned. She was so wet, so damn tight. He smacked her ass, and she yelped. “Start riding, baby. Hard and fast, until I tell you to stop.”
She eased up almost off his cock, and plunged herself back down hard. God. The woman was amazing.
He spanked her again and again to keep her going, and when she looked ready to orgasm, he pinched her clit, hard.
She smiled and ran her fingers lightly over his cock, the denim bulging over it.
“I am attracted to you. All of you. Will you let me in? Let me make love to you the way a woman should be made love to?”
She nodded.
“Will you let go of your mind, for a little while, and submit to me? Submit to yourself?”
He grazed his teeth across the flesh below her belly button, and she groaned and tugged his hair.
“But I’m type A, a control freak. Y-you should see my lists.” She pointed to the coffee table full of notes.
“Sweet woman, submitting to your pleasure doesn’t mean you are weak, or that you’re losing control. You will always be in control. You’re the submissive. I’m asking you to let go of your fears and submit to your desires. If you get scared or start over thinking, give me your word to slow down. Remember?”
“Yellow.”
“Can you do that? For yourself?”
She nodded and gave him a lopsided grin. “Wait here. I want to try something with a feather duster and an apron. I’ll be right back.” She sprinted out of the room.
She came back, a few minutes later, wearing a vintage, lacy apron that stopped just below her bare pussy; her ass was bare, and she wore a devious smile. “Did you order room service, sir?” She curtsied, giving him a flash of her ample breasts hiding behind the material.
“Yes, I did, young lady. And you’re late.” He put a mock stern look on his face and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. “Do you know what happens to naughty employees who don’t act responsibly?”
“I don’t know, sir.” She batted her eyelashes and fiddled with the front of the apron, giving him another flash of her glistening sex. “Perhaps you should punish me. I wouldn’t want to get into bad habits.”
“Naughty girl. Come lie over my lap so I can punish you properly.” His cock was already straining through his pants. And when she lay over him, her pale, round globes peeking up at him from between the apron, he ached even worse. He smacked her hard and fast, laying into her with firm, crisp swats as she wiggled and squealed, rubbing against his hard cock. He opened the apron farther so he could get full access to her rapidly pinkening bottom.
“Harder, please. I don’t think I’ve learned my lesson yet,” she said, panting and grinding against him. Little minx.
He couldn’t take much more of this. He needed to be in her now, before he exploded. He gave her a barrage of fast, hard swats, leaving no inch of her bottom, her thighs, and in between, untouched. All were a sexy bright-red by the time he finished, a minute later. “Are you going to be a good girl now?” He pulled her up to straddle her lap.
A grin took over her whole face. She winced when he massaged her heated globes. “Yes, sir. I won’t be late again. May I please ride you now?” She unzipped his jeans and released him from the hellish confines of his pants.
He grabbed a condom from his pocket, opened it, and slid it on. “Ride me, little girl.” He maneuvered the jeans farther down and pulled her in for a deep kiss. Flicking her wet clit, he squeezed her bottom cheek and watched her wince from pain and pleasure.
She pressed her wet pussy against the tip of his cock, and slowly took him in, inch by agonizing inch, until he was full seated.
He groaned. She was so wet, so damn tight. He smacked her ass, and she yelped. “Start riding, baby. Hard and fast, until I tell you to stop.”
She eased up almost off his cock, and plunged herself back down hard. God. The woman was amazing.
He spanked her again and again to keep her going, and when she looked ready to orgasm, he pinched her clit, hard.
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