The desire to envelop her, to overcome her, to destroy her until she was miraculously speaking new languages was fervid.
She always came so hard whenever her breath was labored behind the strength of my hand; whenever her neck and head were under my authoritative restraint… and itwas going to happen.
Right fucking now. And she would thank me for the privilege.
Her stress and her anxiety would vanish, killed by the ‘little death’… the remnants of which would flow against my cock, gush onto my hips and trickle like rain down my thighs and calves.
As I forced her towards the dark,
I
was shivering;
possessed by that part of myself I don’t understand.
Her inclination was to always be pleasing me, but she had once confessed
that filling her throat with my cock wasn’t always about my pleasure, but often
her own “focus on the task” way of cleansing her mind.
Today was an important day for her. She needed to be on her game.
“You look beautiful baby, truly beautiful. You have done me proud.”
“Oh Sir thank you. And you look so handsome. It’s going to be an honour to be on your arm tonight”
“Then the honour will be shared.”
“Thank you Sir”
“Stockings?”
“Yes Sir?”
“Black Lacey panties?”
“Yes Sir”
“Mmmm show me.”
*lifts dress*
“Mmmmm turn around and bend over the table.”
“But Sir do we have time?”
“I’ll make time. Panties down”
“Yes Sir”
“Uurrrgghh fuck yes, stay there……. fuck…… *grunting*……. god……. uuurrgghhh. Yes. That was good. I needed that”
“Thank you Sir.” *bends to lift panties*
“Leave them here.”
“But Sir”
“Leave them. Let’s go”
“Oh but… but…. may I just clean?”
“I said let’s go.”
“Ohhhhhhh”
*gruff giggle* “Poor baby. All messy. My cum leaking from you, trickling down your legs. But no one else can see. The beauty of a long dress. So be good. Stand tall. Smile. And walk with grace. You can spend the evening safe in the knowledge that no matter how beautiful you look, no matter how gracefully you dance, and charm everyone, between your legs is a wet sticky mess causing you discomfort and embarrassment. And that’s just how it should be. Your mind should always be on how the needs of your pussy aren’t as important as my pleasure. And tonight is a two for one. Let’s go”
“Yes Sir. Thank you”
*kisses her hand* “Head up, Good girl”
One of my favorite images, and a wonderful caption.
Some days are hard and the distance hurts. And other days my heart is so full of happiness even though the three of us are in different places. Those conversations make it all worth it.
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