her
shirt over her head and tossed it onto the floor. The air conditioning wafted
across her overheating skin, hardening her caramel-colored nipples even
further.
“Lick your
fingertips and play with your nipples some more. Make those pretty tips stand
up for me.”
As her fingers
began to roll the wrinkled flesh, Jennifer gave herself over to the sensations.
She tugged at the tips until they were long and hard, all the while listening
to Philip's voice.
“I want to take
each of those nipples in my mouth, suck on them until you're writhing. If I was
there, I'd use my teeth to turn them cherry red.”
A moan slipped from
between her lips and she scraped her nails over the sensitive flesh, imagining
Philip doing as he said.
“Twist your
nipples. I want them red and sore.”
Jennifer whimpered
but did as Philip instructed. Little jolts of pain shot through her breasts.
“Harder.”
She bit down on her
bottom lip as she twisted them further. Sharper pain coursed through her,
almost taking the edge off of her pleasure.
“If I can't hear
you, you're not doing it right.” Philip's tone took on a harsh note. “Harder.”
Jennifer's fingers
twisted the already throbbing flesh and she let herself go, crying out as the
pain reached that tipping point where it transcended hurt and became something
more.
“Good girl,”
Philip's voice dropped to something husky, sex in its liquid form. “You can let
go now.”
Panting, Jennifer
released her nipples. They throbbed in time with her heartbeat, hot as coals
and almost as bright.
“Spread your legs.”
Jennifer smiled as
she parted her legs. Between the wine, the book, Philip's voice and her own
ministrations, she was ready to go. Even in their short time together, it
seemed that her body had conditioned itself to be ready for sex when Philip
initiated something.
“Now, you're going
to do exactly as I tell you and you will not cum until I say so. Is that
clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Take your hand and
slide it under the waistband of your shorts. You're going to use just one
finger – I don't care which one – and rub your clit. Light little circles, mind
you.”
Jennifer shivered
as her middle finger brushed over her clit. It had started to swell when she'd
been playing with her breasts but was far from fully engorged.
“I want you to
picture me sitting on my balcony,” Philip said. “I'm by myself, but any of my
neighbors could come out on their balconies at any time and lean over and see
me. They could hear every word I'm saying. Could hear how I'm talking to you,
telling you to play with your clit and tits.”
His words painted a
clear and decadent picture for Jennifer.
“I'm wearing only
boxers. Black silk. I'm reaching into my shorts and pulling out my cock.”
Philip made a soft sound, getting comfortable, and Jennifer knew that he'd
taken himself in hand. “Now, I want you to put your finger inside yourself.
Just two strokes, then back up to your clit.”
Jennifer's eyelids
fluttered as her finger penetrated her cunt. The digit was soaked when it
returned to her clit.
“My hand's wrapped
around my cock. I'm only half-hard but I'm thinking about you and it’s making
me harder. Thinking about how you must look, nipples puffy and swollen. Finger
rubbing that little button between your legs.”
Jennifer moaned.
“You can use two
fingers now, but remember that you're not allowed to cum without permission.”
She added a second
finger to her clit, one on either side of the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Alternate between
your clit and your pussy. No more than a few strokes to each.”
She made a sound of
frustration. Switching back and forth like that would make it harder to climax.
“Tell me what
you're doing,” Philip said. “I want to know so I can picture it while I get
myself going.”
He expected her to
be able to
shirt over her head and tossed it onto the floor. The air conditioning wafted
across her overheating skin, hardening her caramel-colored nipples even
further.
“Lick your
fingertips and play with your nipples some more. Make those pretty tips stand
up for me.”
As her fingers
began to roll the wrinkled flesh, Jennifer gave herself over to the sensations.
She tugged at the tips until they were long and hard, all the while listening
to Philip's voice.
“I want to take
each of those nipples in my mouth, suck on them until you're writhing. If I was
there, I'd use my teeth to turn them cherry red.”
A moan slipped from
between her lips and she scraped her nails over the sensitive flesh, imagining
Philip doing as he said.
“Twist your
nipples. I want them red and sore.”
Jennifer whimpered
but did as Philip instructed. Little jolts of pain shot through her breasts.
“Harder.”
She bit down on her
bottom lip as she twisted them further. Sharper pain coursed through her,
almost taking the edge off of her pleasure.
“If I can't hear
you, you're not doing it right.” Philip's tone took on a harsh note. “Harder.”
Jennifer's fingers
twisted the already throbbing flesh and she let herself go, crying out as the
pain reached that tipping point where it transcended hurt and became something
more.
“Good girl,”
Philip's voice dropped to something husky, sex in its liquid form. “You can let
go now.”
Panting, Jennifer
released her nipples. They throbbed in time with her heartbeat, hot as coals
and almost as bright.
“Spread your legs.”
Jennifer smiled as
she parted her legs. Between the wine, the book, Philip's voice and her own
ministrations, she was ready to go. Even in their short time together, it
seemed that her body had conditioned itself to be ready for sex when Philip
initiated something.
“Now, you're going
to do exactly as I tell you and you will not cum until I say so. Is that
clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Take your hand and
slide it under the waistband of your shorts. You're going to use just one
finger – I don't care which one – and rub your clit. Light little circles, mind
you.”
Jennifer shivered
as her middle finger brushed over her clit. It had started to swell when she'd
been playing with her breasts but was far from fully engorged.
“I want you to
picture me sitting on my balcony,” Philip said. “I'm by myself, but any of my
neighbors could come out on their balconies at any time and lean over and see
me. They could hear every word I'm saying. Could hear how I'm talking to you,
telling you to play with your clit and tits.”
His words painted a
clear and decadent picture for Jennifer.
“I'm wearing only
boxers. Black silk. I'm reaching into my shorts and pulling out my cock.”
Philip made a soft sound, getting comfortable, and Jennifer knew that he'd
taken himself in hand. “Now, I want you to put your finger inside yourself.
Just two strokes, then back up to your clit.”
Jennifer's eyelids
fluttered as her finger penetrated her cunt. The digit was soaked when it
returned to her clit.
“My hand's wrapped
around my cock. I'm only half-hard but I'm thinking about you and it’s making
me harder. Thinking about how you must look, nipples puffy and swollen. Finger
rubbing that little button between your legs.”
Jennifer moaned.
“You can use two
fingers now, but remember that you're not allowed to cum without permission.”
She added a second
finger to her clit, one on either side of the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Alternate between
your clit and your pussy. No more than a few strokes to each.”
She made a sound of
frustration. Switching back and forth like that would make it harder to climax.
“Tell me what
you're doing,” Philip said. “I want to know so I can picture it while I get
myself going.”
He expected her to
be able to
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