Something Afoot Pt. 03

"Please?"
You're looking up at me with big, desperate, puppy-dog eyes. Trembling as your body is being teased and filled by me in ways I know you've been dreaming of all night. Your fantasies are finally coming to fruition.
"Please what pet?" I ask teasingly, the words playfully dancing across my smirking lips as you writhe and wriggle beneath me. Your body my personal playground.
"Please fuck me."
You're almost begging now, a whining note in your voice giving away your neediness. I feel my pussy tingle in response. My knickers are already sodden from the night's events, but this isn't about me yet. I want to take care of my dutiful pet first. My time will come later.
I nod, smiling, and remove my feet from their devious resting places. Hearing you elicit a small whimper as your arsehole returns to its empty state. You rush to the bed, quickly lying in the centre on your back, hands above your head, expectantly waiting.
I laugh "Give me a sec!"
You're so adorable, lying there, slightly flushed, breathing heavily, nibbling on that plump bottom lip of yours whilst you anxiously watch me prepare, like you're worried I might change my mind at any given moment.
I step into the harness, the taut, firm leather straps pressing my wet knickers further into me. Fuck. I begin to pump generous squirts of lube into my hands, wrapping them around my new appendage as you watch wide eyed.
The garish, fluorescent pink tentacle glistens as I rub my hands over it. I love seeing you blush when I get it ready for you. Ashamed but oh so needy. That's one of the reasons we chose this particular dildo, you adore revelling in your own humiliation.
As I saunter over to the bed I make a "roll over" motion with my finger. Your eyes plead with me. I raise my eyebrows and you poutily do as you are told. Presenting yourself to me on all fours. You know I won't fuck you like this, that's why you're being bratty.
I like to see the mix of humiliation and lust on your face when I take you, so doggy style is no good. No fucking yet. Instead I spread your cheeks wider and firmly drag my flattened, wet tongue from the base of your cock, across your gooch and over your tight hole. You buckle instantly. I grab your hips to pull you back towards me and deliver a hard spank as a warning.
My warm, wet tongue begins to explore your tight hole, my arm snaking around your body to allow my fingers to teasingly dance across your throbbing bellend, coating themselves in your wetness.
You're travesti istanbul grinding yourself backwards into my face, desperately trying to get more. I remove my hand from your wet cock and instead replace my tongue with a fingertip at your entrance. Firmly pressing onto, but not yet penetrating your hole. I want you to work for it.
I kiss and nibble your cheeks and upper thighs as you begin to grind and further impale yourself on my finger. You moan loudly as you slide yourself up to my second knuckle. "Good boy," I praise as I begin working you. Kneading my finger in your slippery, tight arsehole, making your little whimpers turn into loud moans. You begin to hump my hand, desperate for relief, trying to take me as deep as you can.
I withdraw, spanking you again. Sulkily you peek at me, before you grumble and roll onto your back again. Legs spread wide.
You're cute when you're mad.
I push your legs back towards you, your feet near your bottom, knees high, opening you up to receive me. Your hands grasp your ankles to keep yourself in position. Dignity left a long time ago. Your pouty look rapidly changes to a flushed, needy one as I position the tip of the tentacle at your entrance.
You're beginning to tremble, overcome with desire. Your eyes are begging me to fuck you. Adorably vulnerable as I begin to penetrate you, stretching your tight arsehole, watching your eyes grow wider as you take me further in. Once I've bottomed out I pause to allow you to adjust to the new sensation of overwhelming fullness.
I lean forward to kiss you deeply. My hand on the headboard above your head, steadying myself. Our bodies are just touching, except my breasts, which rest heavily on your chest. You moan into my mouth as I tug on your bottom lip with my teeth. Fuck.
I raise myself back up and begin to thrust into you. Steadily bringing my hips back so just the tip of the tentacle is still within you, then pushing myself deeply inside you, each stroke strumming tantalisingly across your prostate, bringing you to a glorious edge.
Your moans rapidly increase in intensity as your orgasm draws ever closer. Your painfully rigid cock twitching and dribbling over your stomach. Time to put an end to your exquisite torture.
I shift beneath you, keeping myself buried deep within you, sat upright, my legs now under yours. I grip your thighs round my torso, taking you so deeply. This allows you access again to your favourite view. My feet. You turn your head to istanbul travestileri the side and begin to lick and suck the toes next to your face. Groaning in ecstasy. I lightly buck my hips, keeping you filled and providing just enough friction.
In this position I have easy access to your cock. I take it in my hand grasping firmly. You almost cum on the spot. I continue to grind my tentacle into you and masturbate your weeping dick as you enjoy my feet in your mouth. Within seconds your crescendo builds.
I quickly withdraw from you, the sudden movement sending you straight over the edge. As you let out a guttural scream I plant my mouth firmly over your cock, draining every drop of cum from your body. Sucking you dry until your body finishes convulsing.
I lie on my side next you, our sticky bodies meeting. We kiss feverishly, intensely, our tongues entwining. Sharing the flavour of your sperm. As you catch your breath I sit up a little and reach into the bedside drawer. This time producing a more modest, yet decently sized, 7" glass dildo.
"My turn now." I announce firmly, a slight twinkle in my eye.
"I've enjoyed playing with you tonight my sweet, but now I need to cum, and we both know that cock isn't going to do it." I'm gesturing at your now limp, wet cock. You flush.
"Sit there." I instruct, pointing to a space beneath me. You comply obediently and place yourself in front of my parted legs.
"You know what to do Glenn." I smile at you, waiting patiently. Your lips surround my appendage, hesitantly at first, then eagerly taking more as you begin to taste your sweet insides. You suck and lick me clean like such a good boy. Then you remove the toy and harness, followed swiftly by my sodden pants.
You return to your place below me, a proud look upon your face. Taking in the scene of my glistening pussy and plugged arse. "Thank you." I remark, with full sincerity. You're positively beaming now.
"Now," I say, grasping my dildo and bringing it down to meet my aching pussy. Trailing the cold glass along my hot slit, the sensation causing me to gasp and my nipples to stand up. "No touching, and you might get a treat."
You look at me with those big eyes again. I begin to slide the dildo inside my waiting hole, desperate to be filled, the cool glass warming quickly. Before long the dildo and anal plug have me completely stuffed, I moan in appreciation.
"You're going to watch me get the sort of pleasure you know you could never even dream of istanbul travesti giving me, and you are going to sit there, watching and learning like a good boy. Am I understood?"
"Yes Miss," you reply meekly, your eyes turning away from me as you speak. Your cock however is telling a different story, already twitching in anticipation. Trying desperately to harden again. I wouldn't let you fuck me even if it did.
I start to fuck myself, in and out with the now body temperature glass, enjoying the sensation of the friction against the plug. I've always adored penetration. Now that everything is well lubricated I bring my feet upwards to hold the dildo in place, a move I know drives you wild. Bucking my hips I can fuck myself just enough.
My free hands roam my body. The left finding a comfortable resting place on my breast, kneading and rubbing, pulling and pinching my sensitive nipple. My right hand eagerly seeks out my hard clit, strumming it gently as I fuck myself into oblivion.
You sit, and watch. Your breath is getting raggedy, hands by your sides to stop them from misbehaving, your cock beginning to stiffen and leak again. Yearning for me.
My moans get louder, my breathing heavier, my mind and body are beginning to transcend into a state of pure bliss. I use my left hand to pull you towards me by your hair. Helping your hungry mouth find my wet pussy. You begin to eat me like your life depends on it. My feet keep the dildo firmly in place, allowing my hands to find a home in your hair, pulling you tighter into me. Craving your tongue.
With a gush I explode. My cum soaks your face and chest, covers my feet and pools on the sheet beneath us. You pull me closer to you, determined to make the most of my orgasm. Bathing my sensitive clit with your tongue until it is too much and I have to push you away.
You grin and smatter my body with big, playful kisses. An excited pup that got a big treat. I giggle. You scoop me up in your arms and deposit me into the shower, turning on the warm water. It feels amazing. You get down on your knees in front of me, dripping wet, and kiss my thighs and hips as you reach round to gently remove my plug and toss it into the sink.
Lathering up a big, fluffy poof you scrub me all over, ensuring every inch of me is covered in soapy, sweet scented bubbles. Then you repeat the process on your own body. We rinse off under the water. Our bodies still magnetised towards each other, entwining at every opportunity.
Shutting off the water you hop out and wrap a towel around your waist. You grab another one of those big, soft, fluffy bath sheets and hold it outstretched for me. Again I step into it, sinking into your chest, inhaling your scent, nuzzling in the comfort I call home.
The End.