I couldn’t tell how old she was, but not that old, I thought. She was quite cute actually, a lovely fresh face and intelligent, sardonic eyes. Her fingers drummed idly on the table and she stared at nothing in particular outside....
“Excuse me,” I said, my voice quavering, “are you somehow under the impression that you know me?” “Not yet, hun,” she replied, with a lascivious grin. “Not yet,”....
“Hey,
nice ass,” I froze for a second, not sure if I had really heard
correctly. Looking up, I saw reflected in the mirror in front of me the
grinning face of Fetishdoll peering at me through the curtains.... She clearly wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples were etched in outline on the fabric. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. They were beautifully shaped, tilted upwards, with the nipple high on the breast....
I noticed, to my horror, a sheet of cold fear rushing through my body, that as I listened to the echoes of the rippling water cascade through the room my hand was drawing little circles on Fetishdoll’s thigh. I had no idea I was doing it....
I was quickly disabused of any notions I had of leading Fetishdoll to my bed and having a long. tender kiss as we gently explored one another, probed each other’s senses, got to know our respective likes and dislikes. This was frantic sex. And it was sensational....
I wanted her to touch me, to feel her hand on my breast, gently cradling it, exploring, scratching idly at my nipple, making it grow for her; I wanted to watch as she planted kisses all down my body...
"My feet are killing me,"
"Can I give them a massage for you," he enquired. I looked up at him. He seemed serious, keen even...
I digested what he had just said. He had agreed that he should be punished. A grown man had told me he thought I should spank him. This was new territory for me...
I had been at work all day, and what with the spanking I had just administered I was soaking with excitement. I must smell pretty ripe, I felt sure. Still, that was his problem...
"Goddamn, Harriet, you're the politest damned domme I ever met. Hey you, pour yourself a glass, a small one, and refill ours while you're at it."...
In the wink of an eye I was naked and tumbling, Fetishdoll in my arms, onto the bed. Our mouths locked against one another, tongues exploring, as though searching for sexual inspiration...
Paul
puts on a show
He untangled himself from the trousers draped round his ankles and settled himself in the chair opposite me. Self consciously, his hand dropped to his stiff cock. I raised an eyebrow coquettishly...
Harriet's
turn for attention
Paul slid downwards and pointed his engorged prick at my pussy, pressing it gently against my lips. In their slicked state they parted easily and I watched as slowly, ever so slowly, he slid his cock inside me...
