11-20-2025, 01:31 PM
Can I just check this really is you?
I can confirm that this is the real me. This is the girl you smiled at when you came in just now.
Sorry. But I had to be sure. Because you could be the woman with the purple laptop or the man with all those files on the table next to him who keeps checking his phone every minute.
Oh I wonder what is going on there? Do you think he’s having an affair? Or doing some dodgy business deal? Anyway, I’m neither of them. Besides, how would they have got your number?
They could’ve picked up that note I left for you the other day. I guess I’m a bit nervous. I can’t believe you’re actually texting me right now!
You don’t need to be nervous. Relax, take your time.
Thanks. Sorry. All this is a first for me…
…I can tell that! So what was your food like?
Great thanks. I went for the mushroom omelette. You not eating?
Not today. Just a coffee.
BTW I love your top. It looks great. I could even see the small of your back when I came in. A welcome flash of flesh.
I’d hoped you’d notice it?
You wore it for me?
Don’t sound surprised.
Wow. Unbelievable. I’d no idea.
You honestly had no idea that I fancied you and wanted to wear something that might catch your attention?
Gosh. I’m truly surprised to hear that. But thanks! And I guess you knew I fancied you?
I didn’t need to be Sherlock Holmes to work that out!
Sorry. Was it that obvious?
No need to apologise
Anyway, your top looks even better from the front—the way the fabric seems to fold over your chest…
Do you mean my breasts?
Yes.
Well say it then! No need to be shy.
OK. The top hugs your breasts in the most fabulously stylish way. It shows off your figure brilliantly. You always wear the most amazing clothes.
That’s good to know. I try hard to find outfits that work. Tell me your favourites.
I really liked that little leather skirt you wore on Tuesday.
What did you like about it?
The way it rode up your legs and showed your thighs when you sat down. That little split at the side made it even hotter.
Do you remember anything else I wore that day?
Of course. The ankle boots. The roll-neck sweater. The bangles on the wrist. I like the way they jangled when you moved your arms.
I like that too. You didn’t go for the outfit I expected.
Well, I thought I’d work up to that one. Wednesday?
Well of course. I hoped you’d appreciate it.
You didn’t choose that with me in mind, did you?????
Of course I did!!! Though I took a risk as sometimes you don’t always get down here on Wednesdays.
We have a fortnightly Teams meeting with a business in Poland and they can run over my lunch break. They like the sound of their own voices. I’m sorry.
You don’t need to apologise all the time.
Sorry…
There you go again! So, let’s go back to Wednesday, what did you like about it?
It was fucking amazing? Oops, was that ‘fucking’ all right?
Relax. It’s OK. And fucking in every sense of the word is absolutely, 100% all right with me. All right?
Yeah.
Back to Weds…
Right, well… Weds was just the best. Let’s start with when you came in.
I’d really hoped you’d get here first. That’s why I was five minutes later than normal. I wanted you to enjoy my little show.
Well I fucking did. It was that initial look—long purple coat to your calves. That in itself was a statement, and then those boots in a matching colour. Those were serious heels. You looked like you’d just come off the catwalk.
Perhaps I had…
I thought you might be a model!
I do a bit here and there. And some other stuff… a little bit naughtier and a lot more fun.
I’d like to hear more about that.
Let’s save that for another time. Now—back to Wednesday.
It was the moment that you took your coat off. You did it is such a sensuous and stylish way. The coat traced this circle around you and then the way you just threw it, casually on the chair opposite…
Remind you of anything?
I don’t know if I should say this…
You should. Say it.
A striptease?
Nice. I like to strip…
There are few things I like to watch more…
Do you prefer to watch a strip or porn?
Tough one. I like porn too, the right stuff, you know—women behind the camera as much as in front—but a strip is such fun.
I couldn’t agree more. So, you liked the coat, what else did you like?
Well, you looked just so bloody hot. That leopard skin blouse. Your hair tumbling over your shoulders and those boots. Those fucking boots. Over your knees. They made your legs look so long. So slender.
Can I ask you a more personal question?
Go for it.
Did my look make you hard?
Wow. That’s some question!
I hope I’ve not offended?
Course not. Fuck yes, you did make me hard. Hard at the time and hard that night when I lay in bed thinking of you.
Did you wank while thinking of me?
Would you mind if I did?
Not in the least. In fact, I like the idea. I’ve wanked while thinking about what I’d do to you while wearing those boots. Tell me, are you hard now?
After what we’ve just been discussing? Of course I fucking am.
So, tell me, what would you like to do to me next?
Well, I’d like to see a bit more of you and then… you know.
No I don’t know. Tell me.
I’m never too good at these things. My mind tends to go a bit blank at the crucial moment.
I understand. Many people are the same. You’d be surprised. Perhaps I could help a bit?
That would be great.
OK, so come with me on a journey. Let me set the scene. We are in a darkened room. There’s a spotlight on a chair. There’s a circle of lights around us. It could be a studio, a film set, or it might be a stage with an audience. You choose. All right so far?
I’m fine. Rather enjoying you leading the way.
I thought so. So, who is on the chair—you or me?
I don’t know.
OK. Let’s leave it empty. You’ve just come from a really smart event. You’re in a white shirt with your bow tie hanging loose round your neck. You sit facing the chair and wait. It’s now that I make my entrance. I’m in that leopard skin top and those over-the-knee purple boots. I walk towards you. Really slowly…
…there’s purpose in your walk. And I hear the slow, rhythmic click of those heels on the floor. Confident. Controlled.
Brilliant. You’re getting the hang of this sexting chat. You take it from here. What do I do next?
You walk around the chair. It’s more like a strut. You’re showing me that you’re the one in charge.
I like that
You walk over to me, flip up your dress, flashing your butt at me
Cheeky. Nice start. Go on.
You grab the ends of my bow tie, pull me up and throw me onto the spot-lit chair, just as you did your coat back in the café the other day.
Great stuff. You’re making me out to be very dominant.
I’m beginning to think I like it when a woman takes charge.
It’s hot.
Bloody hot. You lean into me. I feel your boot on my thigh. You run your fingers across a cheek. They’re at once gentle and strong. You glide behind me and toss your hair over my face. I smell your perfume.
What do I do next? Think of those boots…
You sit on my lap. Lean back and extend your legs so I can see the boots in all their glory.
Can I take back control from here as I think you’d like it more.
Would being in charge turn you on?
I’m fucking turned on right now. But it would ramp it up nicely.
Well…over to you.
I swing from my hips. There’s music in my head. Jazz. Raunchy jazz. I move to the imagined rhythm. I pull your bow tie from your neck, slap it—whip like—on your legs and then use it to bind your hands behind your back. You willingly comply. And then I dance in front of you, loosening the ribbons around the neck of my top, which begins to slip…
…I see a black camisole and matching G-string.
Slowly I remove my top and show you my butt.
As well as your arse, I see your naked back. But you are making sure that I can’t see those fabulous breasts of yours.
I’ve teased you enough. I turn, and I watch as your eyes feast on my tits. I hold up a boot. You kiss it reverentially. And I sit on your lap. Legs astride yours. Wide apart. I am opening myself for you. I press my breasts against your chest. Skin against skin.
Your nipples are hard as they brush against mine.
And they aren’t the only thing that’s erect. I grind my pussy into your groin. Your cock likes it. With each of my thrusts, it grows a little larger.
My cock is pushing up against my pants.
That bulge in your trousers is encouraging me. I kiss you and slip my tongue into your warm, welcoming mouth. You thrust back at my pussy, and sensing your eagerness, I slip off your lap.
Your move leaves me unshielded from the light. I’m momentarily dazzled. This hot, hot woman emerges from the brightness, kneeling at my feet. An angel? A devil?
Perhaps a bit of both?
To prey upon me or to honour me? This angel, this devil, puts her hands on my knees and looks deeply into my eyes. She can see right into my sexual soul. She can read my every desire. My every need.
And right now I know that you need me to suck your cock. Slowly I unzip you and take the very tip of your cock into my mouth.
Your tongue circles it, drawing out my pre-come. You purr.
I run my tongue up the underside of your shaft, ticking your frenulum and look into your eyes.
I gaze back. This is fucking intense.
It is. But keep focussed on the scene we are creating.
OK.
I pull away to take a proper look at your cock. Fucking hell! It’s bloody glorious. Thick and oh so wonderfully long.
How the fuck did you know?
I guessed… but stay with me with this as I’m going to love playing with it.
I’m pretty sure he’s going to love playing with you, too.
I’m getting really wet. I love that moist feeling as my anticipation builds. But my pussy will have to wait a little longer, first, I need to tease both of us a bit more.
Take your time. I’m enjoying this.
I take your magnificent dick in my mouth. I can feel it pulsating as it grows harder, longer, thicker. I slide my lips all the way to the base of your shaft. It’s a longer journey than I am used to. I can only just take you in. Your skin is so soft. But your shaft is so hard. I like that contrast.
Your lips are fucking amazing.
Have I got the pressure right? Would you like it a bit harder?
Oh yes.
Like this.
Firmer.
Now shift your focus from my lips to my tongue. It’s circling the very tip of your helmet, and I can taste the saltiness of your pre-come.
Fucking hell… I want to come.
Oh, but you can’t come yet. We’ve only just started. And what about me?
Of course. I was getting carried away. So, you pull your head away from my cock, and sit on my lap. Rub your cunt against my cock.
I’m getting really moist.
And I can feel that wetness through the material. You go down on me one more time before stepping out of your G-string.
I stand in front of you, naked, apart from my boots. Do you like what you see?
You look totally sensational. Glorious in your heels. A powerful, confident dominatrix. My eyes check out your pussy. It’s as smooth as the PVC of your boots. I love shaved pussies.
Me too.
You stand astride me and, inch by inch, ease me into your pussy. I have to check myself. Since I first saw you walk into the café this is what I’ve longed for. I seek out little details that will help me recall this precious moment. The way you control my entry, gripping my shaft with your pussy. The way your nipples brush against my chest. Your hair on my face. The taste of my prick on your mouth as we kiss. The coolness of your boots against my thighs. The tenderness of your fingers on my neck.
I thrust up and down. Riding your cock. Then I grab your hand and slap it against my arse. You need to show a firm hand when you are riding!
I pick up your cue and spank both your butt cheeks.
The pain pushes me on, and I respond by picking up the rhythm. I thrust faster. You mirror my motion and the chair rocks.
Your heels click. We sound like horses galloping.
But I rein it in. The rocking calms and morphs into a kiss. Then I feel an urge to take you into my mouth again. This time I taste my juices on you. Fuck I love that.
You turn round and push your arse into my lap, and then you slide me into your cunt, and I can at last get my hands on your clit.
Oh, my clit had been desperate to feel those fingers of yours. And as we fuck I can feel myself getting deliciously wet. And I sense I need to come really soon. Can I take over and use my own touch?
Of course.
There are a few things I like more than wanking. But one of them is wanking while I am being fucked by this guy who has the biggest of cocks.
You frig yourself for a while, then pull away. You want something else. Something more.
I want you to lick me. So I stand with a booted leg on the chair and present my pussy for you to eat.
I kneel and run my tongue up your lips, then trace circles around your clit.
Fucking amazing. Keep going.
I try to move my tongue as gently as possible. I barely make contact with your clit.
Oh yes. But stronger, please.
My tongue is firmer, bolder. Your clit is a slippery knot, tightening under my licks.
You better stop, or I’ll come, and I don’t want to come yet.
What do you want me to do?
Take control.
I flip you around and bend you over the chair. I spank your arse, then enter you from behind. I thrust my cock deep inside you. Then pull my whole length out, super slowly. My cock stretches your cunt as it withdraws. It shines with your juices, and I feel compelled to re-enter you to re-coat it.
Oh do that again, please. I love it.
I penetrate you again. Then start to pump you. My hand slides around, and I strum your clit. Gradually I pick up speed and pump you faster. My fingers move in time, and your body begins to tense. You grip me tighter with your wonderful cunt, and I hear a faint moan. Your pleasure is contagious. You are pushing both of us closer to coming.
I lean back into you and push against your thrusts, increasing the pressure inside me. I’m edging towards an explosion.
Go on, relax into it and fucking come.
My orgasm is intense. It pulses from my pussy down my legs and bounces off my heels down into the balls of my feet.
I feel your pussy spasming through my cock. And it’s sensational.
And now it’s your turn. I sit you down. Cup your balls in my hand and take you into my mouth once again. Your cock is coated in my come. I bob up and down. It’s now my turn to pick up speed.
You rub me on your breasts then, with a really firm hand, wank me against them. You hold me tighter and pump me faster, and I let go.
I want you to come on me. I want to feel your warm spunk splash onto my skin.
Yes. Yes. Yes
Where do you want to come?
Your breasts.
That was quick.
With breasts like yours… it’s a no-brainer.
I want that jizz on my tits right now. You’re moaning. It’s a sound that has its origin deep within you. It gets louder as your spunk shoots up your shaft and it morphs into a gasp, a cry as it flows from your helmet. It coats my nipple and runs down my hand down your shaft onto your balls.
You stand up. Kiss me one last time. Look me in the eyes. Turn and walk off into the darkness.
Because that’s what a dominant woman can do.
So, is that it?
Did you enjoy it?
Fucking amazing. But I have to get back to work. Somehow I have to think about internet security protocols. I should have been back a few minutes ago. There’s a big meeting and I’m presenting. But thank you, thank you, thank you. That was truly sensational.
Indeed it was.
By the way I have paid for your coffee.
Very kind. But you really shouldn’t have.
I’ve been wanting to buy you a coffee for weeks. Just couldn’t work up to asking.
How sweet. But I hope you’ve found your voice now.
I sure have. And thank you again. I can’t believe what we’ve just bloody done. BTW, you know, you said at the start I could choose the setting—whether we were on a stage or in a studio?
Oh yes, I’d forgotten.
Well, I couldn’t think at the time, but now I can. I think this was a film set.
Nice. And, can I leave you with one final thought?
Of course.
Flat 4, 128 Keller Strasse.
It’s my address. I think we should do it for real next time. I’ll be wearing those boots. Just bring your cock.
And a camera?
The End
I can confirm that this is the real me. This is the girl you smiled at when you came in just now.
Sorry. But I had to be sure. Because you could be the woman with the purple laptop or the man with all those files on the table next to him who keeps checking his phone every minute.
Oh I wonder what is going on there? Do you think he’s having an affair? Or doing some dodgy business deal? Anyway, I’m neither of them. Besides, how would they have got your number?
They could’ve picked up that note I left for you the other day. I guess I’m a bit nervous. I can’t believe you’re actually texting me right now!
You don’t need to be nervous. Relax, take your time.
Thanks. Sorry. All this is a first for me…
…I can tell that! So what was your food like?
Great thanks. I went for the mushroom omelette. You not eating?
Not today. Just a coffee.
BTW I love your top. It looks great. I could even see the small of your back when I came in. A welcome flash of flesh.
I’d hoped you’d notice it?
You wore it for me?
Don’t sound surprised.
Wow. Unbelievable. I’d no idea.
You honestly had no idea that I fancied you and wanted to wear something that might catch your attention?
Gosh. I’m truly surprised to hear that. But thanks! And I guess you knew I fancied you?
I didn’t need to be Sherlock Holmes to work that out!
Sorry. Was it that obvious?
No need to apologise
Anyway, your top looks even better from the front—the way the fabric seems to fold over your chest…
Do you mean my breasts?
Yes.
Well say it then! No need to be shy.
OK. The top hugs your breasts in the most fabulously stylish way. It shows off your figure brilliantly. You always wear the most amazing clothes.
That’s good to know. I try hard to find outfits that work. Tell me your favourites.
I really liked that little leather skirt you wore on Tuesday.
What did you like about it?
The way it rode up your legs and showed your thighs when you sat down. That little split at the side made it even hotter.
Do you remember anything else I wore that day?
Of course. The ankle boots. The roll-neck sweater. The bangles on the wrist. I like the way they jangled when you moved your arms.
I like that too. You didn’t go for the outfit I expected.
Well, I thought I’d work up to that one. Wednesday?
Well of course. I hoped you’d appreciate it.
You didn’t choose that with me in mind, did you?????
Of course I did!!! Though I took a risk as sometimes you don’t always get down here on Wednesdays.
We have a fortnightly Teams meeting with a business in Poland and they can run over my lunch break. They like the sound of their own voices. I’m sorry.
You don’t need to apologise all the time.
Sorry…
There you go again! So, let’s go back to Wednesday, what did you like about it?
It was fucking amazing? Oops, was that ‘fucking’ all right?
Relax. It’s OK. And fucking in every sense of the word is absolutely, 100% all right with me. All right?
Yeah.
Back to Weds…
Right, well… Weds was just the best. Let’s start with when you came in.
I’d really hoped you’d get here first. That’s why I was five minutes later than normal. I wanted you to enjoy my little show.
Well I fucking did. It was that initial look—long purple coat to your calves. That in itself was a statement, and then those boots in a matching colour. Those were serious heels. You looked like you’d just come off the catwalk.
Perhaps I had…
I thought you might be a model!
I do a bit here and there. And some other stuff… a little bit naughtier and a lot more fun.
I’d like to hear more about that.
Let’s save that for another time. Now—back to Wednesday.
It was the moment that you took your coat off. You did it is such a sensuous and stylish way. The coat traced this circle around you and then the way you just threw it, casually on the chair opposite…
Remind you of anything?
I don’t know if I should say this…
You should. Say it.
A striptease?
Nice. I like to strip…
There are few things I like to watch more…
Do you prefer to watch a strip or porn?
Tough one. I like porn too, the right stuff, you know—women behind the camera as much as in front—but a strip is such fun.
I couldn’t agree more. So, you liked the coat, what else did you like?
Well, you looked just so bloody hot. That leopard skin blouse. Your hair tumbling over your shoulders and those boots. Those fucking boots. Over your knees. They made your legs look so long. So slender.
Can I ask you a more personal question?
Go for it.
Did my look make you hard?
Wow. That’s some question!
I hope I’ve not offended?
Course not. Fuck yes, you did make me hard. Hard at the time and hard that night when I lay in bed thinking of you.
Did you wank while thinking of me?
Would you mind if I did?
Not in the least. In fact, I like the idea. I’ve wanked while thinking about what I’d do to you while wearing those boots. Tell me, are you hard now?
After what we’ve just been discussing? Of course I fucking am.
So, tell me, what would you like to do to me next?
Well, I’d like to see a bit more of you and then… you know.
No I don’t know. Tell me.
I’m never too good at these things. My mind tends to go a bit blank at the crucial moment.
I understand. Many people are the same. You’d be surprised. Perhaps I could help a bit?
That would be great.
OK, so come with me on a journey. Let me set the scene. We are in a darkened room. There’s a spotlight on a chair. There’s a circle of lights around us. It could be a studio, a film set, or it might be a stage with an audience. You choose. All right so far?
I’m fine. Rather enjoying you leading the way.
I thought so. So, who is on the chair—you or me?
I don’t know.
OK. Let’s leave it empty. You’ve just come from a really smart event. You’re in a white shirt with your bow tie hanging loose round your neck. You sit facing the chair and wait. It’s now that I make my entrance. I’m in that leopard skin top and those over-the-knee purple boots. I walk towards you. Really slowly…
…there’s purpose in your walk. And I hear the slow, rhythmic click of those heels on the floor. Confident. Controlled.
Brilliant. You’re getting the hang of this sexting chat. You take it from here. What do I do next?
You walk around the chair. It’s more like a strut. You’re showing me that you’re the one in charge.
I like that
You walk over to me, flip up your dress, flashing your butt at me
Cheeky. Nice start. Go on.
You grab the ends of my bow tie, pull me up and throw me onto the spot-lit chair, just as you did your coat back in the café the other day.
Great stuff. You’re making me out to be very dominant.
I’m beginning to think I like it when a woman takes charge.
It’s hot.
Bloody hot. You lean into me. I feel your boot on my thigh. You run your fingers across a cheek. They’re at once gentle and strong. You glide behind me and toss your hair over my face. I smell your perfume.
What do I do next? Think of those boots…
You sit on my lap. Lean back and extend your legs so I can see the boots in all their glory.
Can I take back control from here as I think you’d like it more.
Would being in charge turn you on?
I’m fucking turned on right now. But it would ramp it up nicely.
Well…over to you.
I swing from my hips. There’s music in my head. Jazz. Raunchy jazz. I move to the imagined rhythm. I pull your bow tie from your neck, slap it—whip like—on your legs and then use it to bind your hands behind your back. You willingly comply. And then I dance in front of you, loosening the ribbons around the neck of my top, which begins to slip…
…I see a black camisole and matching G-string.
Slowly I remove my top and show you my butt.
As well as your arse, I see your naked back. But you are making sure that I can’t see those fabulous breasts of yours.
I’ve teased you enough. I turn, and I watch as your eyes feast on my tits. I hold up a boot. You kiss it reverentially. And I sit on your lap. Legs astride yours. Wide apart. I am opening myself for you. I press my breasts against your chest. Skin against skin.
Your nipples are hard as they brush against mine.
And they aren’t the only thing that’s erect. I grind my pussy into your groin. Your cock likes it. With each of my thrusts, it grows a little larger.
My cock is pushing up against my pants.
That bulge in your trousers is encouraging me. I kiss you and slip my tongue into your warm, welcoming mouth. You thrust back at my pussy, and sensing your eagerness, I slip off your lap.
Your move leaves me unshielded from the light. I’m momentarily dazzled. This hot, hot woman emerges from the brightness, kneeling at my feet. An angel? A devil?
Perhaps a bit of both?
To prey upon me or to honour me? This angel, this devil, puts her hands on my knees and looks deeply into my eyes. She can see right into my sexual soul. She can read my every desire. My every need.
And right now I know that you need me to suck your cock. Slowly I unzip you and take the very tip of your cock into my mouth.
Your tongue circles it, drawing out my pre-come. You purr.
I run my tongue up the underside of your shaft, ticking your frenulum and look into your eyes.
I gaze back. This is fucking intense.
It is. But keep focussed on the scene we are creating.
OK.
I pull away to take a proper look at your cock. Fucking hell! It’s bloody glorious. Thick and oh so wonderfully long.
How the fuck did you know?
I guessed… but stay with me with this as I’m going to love playing with it.
I’m pretty sure he’s going to love playing with you, too.
I’m getting really wet. I love that moist feeling as my anticipation builds. But my pussy will have to wait a little longer, first, I need to tease both of us a bit more.
Take your time. I’m enjoying this.
I take your magnificent dick in my mouth. I can feel it pulsating as it grows harder, longer, thicker. I slide my lips all the way to the base of your shaft. It’s a longer journey than I am used to. I can only just take you in. Your skin is so soft. But your shaft is so hard. I like that contrast.
Your lips are fucking amazing.
Have I got the pressure right? Would you like it a bit harder?
Oh yes.
Like this.
Firmer.
Now shift your focus from my lips to my tongue. It’s circling the very tip of your helmet, and I can taste the saltiness of your pre-come.
Fucking hell… I want to come.
Oh, but you can’t come yet. We’ve only just started. And what about me?
Of course. I was getting carried away. So, you pull your head away from my cock, and sit on my lap. Rub your cunt against my cock.
I’m getting really moist.
And I can feel that wetness through the material. You go down on me one more time before stepping out of your G-string.
I stand in front of you, naked, apart from my boots. Do you like what you see?
You look totally sensational. Glorious in your heels. A powerful, confident dominatrix. My eyes check out your pussy. It’s as smooth as the PVC of your boots. I love shaved pussies.
Me too.
You stand astride me and, inch by inch, ease me into your pussy. I have to check myself. Since I first saw you walk into the café this is what I’ve longed for. I seek out little details that will help me recall this precious moment. The way you control my entry, gripping my shaft with your pussy. The way your nipples brush against my chest. Your hair on my face. The taste of my prick on your mouth as we kiss. The coolness of your boots against my thighs. The tenderness of your fingers on my neck.
I thrust up and down. Riding your cock. Then I grab your hand and slap it against my arse. You need to show a firm hand when you are riding!
I pick up your cue and spank both your butt cheeks.
The pain pushes me on, and I respond by picking up the rhythm. I thrust faster. You mirror my motion and the chair rocks.
Your heels click. We sound like horses galloping.
But I rein it in. The rocking calms and morphs into a kiss. Then I feel an urge to take you into my mouth again. This time I taste my juices on you. Fuck I love that.
You turn round and push your arse into my lap, and then you slide me into your cunt, and I can at last get my hands on your clit.
Oh, my clit had been desperate to feel those fingers of yours. And as we fuck I can feel myself getting deliciously wet. And I sense I need to come really soon. Can I take over and use my own touch?
Of course.
There are a few things I like more than wanking. But one of them is wanking while I am being fucked by this guy who has the biggest of cocks.
You frig yourself for a while, then pull away. You want something else. Something more.
I want you to lick me. So I stand with a booted leg on the chair and present my pussy for you to eat.
I kneel and run my tongue up your lips, then trace circles around your clit.
Fucking amazing. Keep going.
I try to move my tongue as gently as possible. I barely make contact with your clit.
Oh yes. But stronger, please.
My tongue is firmer, bolder. Your clit is a slippery knot, tightening under my licks.
You better stop, or I’ll come, and I don’t want to come yet.
What do you want me to do?
Take control.
I flip you around and bend you over the chair. I spank your arse, then enter you from behind. I thrust my cock deep inside you. Then pull my whole length out, super slowly. My cock stretches your cunt as it withdraws. It shines with your juices, and I feel compelled to re-enter you to re-coat it.
Oh do that again, please. I love it.
I penetrate you again. Then start to pump you. My hand slides around, and I strum your clit. Gradually I pick up speed and pump you faster. My fingers move in time, and your body begins to tense. You grip me tighter with your wonderful cunt, and I hear a faint moan. Your pleasure is contagious. You are pushing both of us closer to coming.
I lean back into you and push against your thrusts, increasing the pressure inside me. I’m edging towards an explosion.
Go on, relax into it and fucking come.
My orgasm is intense. It pulses from my pussy down my legs and bounces off my heels down into the balls of my feet.
I feel your pussy spasming through my cock. And it’s sensational.
And now it’s your turn. I sit you down. Cup your balls in my hand and take you into my mouth once again. Your cock is coated in my come. I bob up and down. It’s now my turn to pick up speed.
You rub me on your breasts then, with a really firm hand, wank me against them. You hold me tighter and pump me faster, and I let go.
I want you to come on me. I want to feel your warm spunk splash onto my skin.
Yes. Yes. Yes
Where do you want to come?
Your breasts.
That was quick.
With breasts like yours… it’s a no-brainer.
I want that jizz on my tits right now. You’re moaning. It’s a sound that has its origin deep within you. It gets louder as your spunk shoots up your shaft and it morphs into a gasp, a cry as it flows from your helmet. It coats my nipple and runs down my hand down your shaft onto your balls.
You stand up. Kiss me one last time. Look me in the eyes. Turn and walk off into the darkness.
Because that’s what a dominant woman can do.
So, is that it?
Did you enjoy it?
Fucking amazing. But I have to get back to work. Somehow I have to think about internet security protocols. I should have been back a few minutes ago. There’s a big meeting and I’m presenting. But thank you, thank you, thank you. That was truly sensational.
Indeed it was.
By the way I have paid for your coffee.
Very kind. But you really shouldn’t have.
I’ve been wanting to buy you a coffee for weeks. Just couldn’t work up to asking.
How sweet. But I hope you’ve found your voice now.
I sure have. And thank you again. I can’t believe what we’ve just bloody done. BTW, you know, you said at the start I could choose the setting—whether we were on a stage or in a studio?
Oh yes, I’d forgotten.
Well, I couldn’t think at the time, but now I can. I think this was a film set.
Nice. And, can I leave you with one final thought?
Of course.
Flat 4, 128 Keller Strasse.
It’s my address. I think we should do it for real next time. I’ll be wearing those boots. Just bring your cock.
And a camera?
The End