My God, what a beautiful cock he has. I’d love to crawl into bed while he’s sleeping, slide between his legs and rub my hands up the inside of his thighs. I can imagine wrapping my hand around his balls, squeezing until he stirs. I wonder if he’d awaken or simply allow me to play, pretending to be asleep? I can almost feel his soft hairs tickling my lips as I brush them across his swollen sac, just seconds before I take them into my mouth, sucking as I wrap my hand around the base of his cock. The sound of his breathy murmurs as his shaft swells, his body shifts, allowing me complete access, would drive me wild with desire. Should I suck him, swirling my tongue in lazy circles as I caress his balls? I simply can’t resist. I have to suck him, taking every inch into my mouth until the tip hits the back of my throat. The taste of him is so sweet.
My, I am a naughty girl, quite naughty indeed. What would my Master say? I simply can’t resist. I know what you’d require of me. I know you’d love to watch as I suck him dry, licking every drop of his cum. Would you enjoy standing on the side as he rolled me over, shoving his dick into my pussy, driving hard and fast? Can you imagine his hand around my throat as his balls slap against my naked ass? Would you command him to thrust his dick inside my asshole? Is anal sex your kink?
You’re such a bad man for giving me this book. You know I have my chores to finish before your arrival and I’m sitting here, longing for thick cock instead. I’m tingling all over. Are you trying to make me disobey you? Flipping through page after page, hungering, is pure torture, but you already realize how hot and wet I am. You know me too well. You want me to disobey so you can take me over your knees, spanking until I cry out. You love the power of BDSM sex.
Master, I miss you. I wish you were here, using me, whipping my body, telling me what a little whore I am. If you were here right now I’d drop to my knees, opening my mouth wide. I love your cock. All I want to do is please you, serve your every desire. I need your direction. I long to have you fuck me, remind me I belong to you. I miss the scent of your belt, the feel of the leather strap against my naked ass.
Whew. I can’t do this. I’m tingling all over and sir would not be happy with me. I have work to do, rules to follow. I wonder if I would look so divine in pictures of just my undies? I could do model this way and share my wicked nature with others. Get up. Well, maybe I can take a few more minutes. After all, it’s Saturday and Sir wouldn’t mind. Would he? There’s no way he could. The book is his gift. Sir has excellent taste. I know what he must be thinking, luring me into his world. He certainly knows what tempts me, but this has to be a test.
You’re not allowed to play with yourself unless I command. Do you understand, Jasmine?
I understand, sir. I’ll be a very good girl while you’re gone.
You know what happens if you don’t?
Yes sir. I’ll be punished.
Yes, sir. I understand completely. I can’t stop thinking about your commands, your dark needs. Why does he do this to me? A test. Damn it. I hate when he does this! He knows I can’t resist! Ugh. Sir knows what I crave. Get up. Go get dressed. One more page then I’ll shower and get to work. Look at the incredible woman. My pussy is so wet. Everything about her is alluring. Her invitation is blatant. Come play with me. Come lick my pussy. I can imagine being with her as sir craves. A third. He wants to share our passion with another submissive. She’s his type, her body perfect with voluptuous curves. Her expression oozes sex, raw and unbridled.
Do I look at him this way, with such intense longing? Do I show him how much I crave every aspect of what we share when we’re together? Do I give him everything he requires? I think I do. God, I hope so. Sir tells me I’m the most alluring woman he’s ever dominated. Then why did he give me the book? Yes, of course you sly devil. He wants me to entice him, remind him every day how much I crave his attention, long to submit my body and soul to him and no other.
Play with her, my wicked submissive. Lick every inch of her body. Succumb to the woman inside.
Yes sir, I can easily envision her lips against mine, her tongue exploring every dark recess as she cups my breasts, pinching my nipples. The sweet pain would be incredible, sizzling my skin. I can hear her words, brusque commands before she eases down onto her back, spreading her legs. Imagine my tongue nipping her clit, drinking her sweet juices.
I can see your expression now, controlling, I know you’d be standing behind us, watching every intimate moment as I lower my head, breathing across her pussy. I’m so hot, so wet. I just can’t resist. He doesn’t have to know how excited I am. He doesn’t need to be told everything. Let me see. Sit up. Strike a pose. I’m just as sexy as she is. No, I’m incredible.
My neck is as long, my breasts full and my nipples always hard. Twist my nipples, sir. Do you know what I’m thinking? I’m remembering the very first time you asked me to masturbate in front of you. The restaurant was amazing, the lights shimmering over the tables. I remember how you leaned over the table and commanded very quietly to lift my dress and finger my pussy. As the piano player continued and the tables close to us continued their dinner, I obeyed you, sliding my hand down my neck to the swell of my breasts.
You smiled and winked, lifting your glass in appreciation. I was lost in the moment, my eyes never leaving yours. My fingers brushed back and forth across my heated skin for a few seconds until you nodded, the simple gesture nothing more than a request. I can remember what I was thinking, how dirty I felt as I slipped my hand past the edge of the red dress. The moment I touched my nipple both hardened and I ached, the scent of my pussy wafting between us. Do you remember you licked your lips, a slight growl pushing past your lips?
The entire moment was sinful. I enjoyed teasing you as I pinched and twisted until my pants became moans. Perspiration had already trickled down the back of my neck.
Continue.
The single word was enough. I opened my legs, stretching them to both sides of the chair before I tugged my dress up past my legs. I shivered when I crawled the tips of my fingers up the inside of my thigh, past my lace panties, the very ones I’m wearing today. I remember closing my eyes, honing in on the seductive music as I touched my clit, rolling my fingers in a circle after circle. I gripped the edge of the table with one hand as I continued playing. I wanted to be noticed. I wanted others to watch my scandalous act, their desires peaking as I slid my fingers deep inside my cunt.
Finger fuck my pussy, Jasmine. Drive your fingers deep inside.
Yes, sir. I could only whisper the words as I thrust them in and out, two fingers becoming three then four. I could hear moans, not only mine, as I pinched my pussy lips. Do you remember the waiter’s shudder, the way I looked at him, the hunger in my eyes?
I didn’t tell you to stop, Jasmine. Disobey me again and I’ll turn you over my knee right here, in front of everyone.
I wanted nothing more. I was lost in the moment, unable to focus. I remember opening my legs wider and scooting forward. The tablecloth wasn’t able to hide my actions. Everyone knew I was masturbating. I’m so wet, just like that night. I plunged deeper, every move driving me closer to the edge of the chair. My fingers dug into the table, nearly ripping the cloth, tumbling the glasses. You chuckled as my actions continued and the desire in your eyes changed. You wanted nothing more than to fuck me in front of everyone.
I’m shivering, sir. Every part of my body tingling. I want to please you in every way.
That’s very good, my sweet slut. I want you to come.
Yes, sir, but…
No buts. Come!
“Ooohhh…” I can’t hold back. Sir…. I want you to fuck me in the ass in front of anyone.
Very good. You did very well. Now hold your fingers into the light. I need to see how wet you are.
As I held them into the light I knew the next table had been watching everything, voyeurs longing to let go. They wanted more, demanded more. Why didn’t you whip me?
Suck them, suck your fingers, licking up and down until they’re clean.
Yes, sir.
“Yes, oh yes!” Fuck. I… There was nothing like the delicious night. Amazing. I can’t wait for tonight, my sir. Your submissive will please you in every way.
“Well, I see my submissive can’t help herself. Disobeying again I see. We’re going to have to take care of this. Come here and drop to your knees.”
“Yes, sir.” I am a naughty girl indeed.
THE END
