Spring Flirting(Part 2 in Naked Rose Series) by Rosalie Banks

million dollar job.
    Soon and as should be expected, I found the
Senator’s hand fumbling for my back zipper, trying to pry loose my
hefty boobs from its lace pouch, so he could fondle them and suck
on their titties according to our contract but I had other plans. I
wanted to maintain my CONTROL. I slapped his frantic hands away and
rose on my knees.
    Gently I pushed him wide eyed onto the
opposite arm chair to sit and stepped back away from him in a false
strip tease, pretending to unzip my dress . But I did no such
thing. It was just a tease. Instead, still maintaining the magic
eye contact with him, I moved a step closer to him and placed my
heels on his rock hard dick, rubbing it roughly with the pointed
tip. He winced with pain and made to grab my calf but I avoided his
grip and stepped back in a sensual way, opening up my gown from the
seam to reveal my thighs and shaded triangle to him, clothed as you
know in the filmiest nylon. I saw the Senator lick his lip at what
he saw and with the same suddenness I moved to him, shoving my
pussy on his face for him to lick through the lace. He grabbed hard
at my butts with his hands while he buried his face in my pussy,
flicking his feverish tongue over the sheer fabric of my g string
and moistening the already moistened crack of my camel toes. I
gasped in shock of electrical ecstasy sent through me by the
lapping action of his tongue, savoring the tease for a minute, but
I was to be on top that night so the word flashed across my brain
again ‘CONTROL’.
    Gently, ever gently I let him forage my love
garden with his mouth for a fraction of a minute more before I
disengaged myself from him, stepping away to go on my knees again
before him. First using my cleavage to tease his turgid cock the
head-girl job then resumed more magnificently. This time though I
changed tactics. I switched to the Dominatrix role with the Senator
being an errant boy who needed to be taught a lesson in restraint.
In a move that amazed the Senator in a pleasant way, most sensually
I bent down to remove his Paul Smith tie from his neck, letting the
warm flesh of my cleavage brush against his face, for him to smell
the Organza perfume I dabbed on it earlier at home. Making a
clatter on the marbled floor with my high heels I went round the
armchair, bent his back with a forceful push, classic Madonna style
and clamped his hands together at his back.
    “Behave boy and I will give you candy” I
whispered in his ears, biting his fleshy lobes before dipping my
tongue into his ear and saw him tingle all over. Using his Paul
Smith tie, I tied his hands together at his back and resumed my
position back in his front few meters away; and with slow motion
movements unzipped my gown at the back to reveal my boobs cupped
tautly in my rubber lace bra. I held it up to him and shook it
before his eyes and watched him swallow his saliva, eyes raw with
desire, licking his lips in . Brushing his need for a taste aside I
moved closer, stepped down to him and popped his rock hard cock
with my mouth, the way Rose taught us, without hands. There is
certainly a magic in the act, girls. Because the Senator let out an
exclamation that I taught to be Latin but couldn’t be sure.
    “ O mi deu mi casa. Mamacita
est straig gawd!”
    That’s me man, I thought as I started to
blow him out, playing his rod like a wind instrument, hearing the
sound come out in inaudible tones of animal speak out of the
Senator’s mouth. As I did him, Power, I reflected happily, lies in
the mysterious sweetness only a woman can give. And there I had it,
wielding it like a magic wand. The art of feminarchy is a powerful
weapon of conquest and magic.
    “You like my candy boy, hun, like it you
naughty boy. Wanna have it again?” I teased as I ate his dick out
there the way he would never forget, spitting saliva on its cap
which I licked together with his cock, long stroking it with my
palms. I would graze the length with my teeth and at the cork