Saturday, 8 PM. My apartment gleams. Spring cleaned top to bottom. Fridge stocked. Cupboards full. No dust. Lavender scent hangs heavy. I pace. Restless.
Her note burns in my hand. ‘Saturday, 9 PM, your place.’ Here. All set. ‘Your turn to put it on me…’ Fuck, my heart slams. ‘For everything…’ Salivating. Cock twitching already.
The Burning Anticipation
Deep breaths. No bromides. Chill. But her body from Thursday haunts me. Perfect. Splendid. Especially down there. Garter belt. Stockings. I chug half a liter of cold water from the fridge.
8:30 PM. Still pacing. Snacks ready. She watches her diet, but options abound. No strawberries. Clock drags. Twentieth lap around the place. Bedroom check. Bed perfect. Gear ready. Inhale deep.
8:45 PM. Window gaze. Nice evening. Kids playing below. Flop on couch. Memorize TV guide. Icebreaker. Doorbell jolts me. Her.
Angelique in the vestibule. In my arms. Resisting kisses at first. Coat on, she strides into my L-shaped living-dining-bedroom. Modern vibe. Huge windows. Six floors down, city park glows. She’s stunning. Red hair richer. Green eyes flecked blue. Scans walls, furniture. Approves.
‘What’ll you drink?’ ‘Gin, please.’ Hand her coat. ‘You’ll roast here.’ ‘Not so sure,’ she teases. Keeps it. Pours gin. Downs it. Bold bitch. Lingerie and box on coffee table. She eyes them. Stands behind. ‘Everything ready? You?’
Coat drops. Naked. Offered. Heart explodes. Cock strains zipper. Approach slow. She nods to lingerie. Kneel. Garter belt first. Wrap her waist. Kiss soft belly bulge. ‘No touching,’ she hisses. But hands press fabric. Feel her warmth, curves.
Foot on table. First stocking. Toes slip in. Roll up slow. Millimeter by millimeter. Brush skin just right. Thigh quivers. Fresh, soft. Fix dark band. Grope that galbe. Hook strap. Clumsy. Better at stripping.
Face tomato red. Her too. Second stocking. Foot up. Direct view now. Golden pussy. Sparse hair, translucent. Wet slit. Plump lips. Prime peach. Eyes locked. Hands glide skin. She trembles. Hook it. Hypnotized. Want to dive in.
Bra dangles. She turns. Ass perfection. Round, firm. Tempting crack. Pussy peeking. Golden flesh meets black stockings.
The Raw Unleashing
Stand. Cock aches. She slips arms in bra. Captures tits. I clasp back. She pivots. Eyes misty. Mouth wet. Bra pushes tits up. Dark areolas exposed. Lifelong memory. Blood boils. Ready to rape her.
‘Open the box.’ Voice husky. Do it. Intimate jewelry. Nipple chain clamps. Weird one. Her hands back. Tits thrust. Nipples hard. Pinch first. Release. She yelps. Lick second. Pinch. Sigh.
Chains link tits. Weights dangle. Tug one chain. Eyes lock. She smiles. Lips bite. Moan. Eyes water. Other side. Open mouth moan. Glossy lips.
Other piece. Y-clamp. Two labia pins. Three-bead chain. Heavy. Legs spread. Basin forward. Bare pussy. Kneel. Spread wet lips. Pinch one. Twitch. Other labia. Fingers slip inside. ‘Not yet.’ Points beads.
Turns. Bends. Ass cheeks part. Tight hole. Tongue first. Lube it. She writhes. Spread. Smallest bead. Sucks in. Next. More spit. Then fat one. Three fingers wide. Push. She moans. Opens. Gulps it.
She spins. Slave to sensations. Tits pulled. Pussy stretched. Ass stuffed. Voluptuous taboo. Strip. Lift her. Pussy weight tugs. Bed. Kiss everywhere. Lick clamped nipple. Slit. Underside tits. Tug chains. She writhes. ‘More.’ Bite, lick crevices. Cock rubs body. She grinds.
Nightlong tease. No penetration. Beads stay. Explore every inch. Fingers, tongue. She cums hard. My loads splatter belly, tits, thighs. ‘Rub it in.’ She sucks me dry. Begs finally. Slide in slow. Feel lip clamps. Kiss savage. Tits crushed. Sense beads through wall. Explode together. She screams. I roar.
Assaults all night. Pussy yields. Free beads. Anus takes cock. Primal plunge.
Dawn. Tangled. Gear discarded. Shame flickers. ‘Had to?’ ‘Knew you’d pass tests.’ Kiss. Soft love now.
Mornings, she’s here. Mine forever.