I know you've had a long day. I know you want nothing more than to relax when you get home. I know you'd love to settle onto the sofa with a nice drink and watch television for awhile to unwind. But I've been busy today too. And I want more than a nice, quiet evening at home. I want you. I've been wanting you all day. I've been thinking about you, giving a lot of thought as to what I want from you. You're mine and I'll do as I please with you. I know you know this. I know you love this. And I know you want nothing more than to please me.
I'm sitting here, in the chair across from the door, waiting for you to come home. I sit patiently, knowing exactly what I want. There's no hurry tonight.
You walk in the door and see me sitting there. I hear a small gasp escape your lips. You know. No words are spoken. I look in your eyes as I stand up, giving you permission to look at me. Your eyes wander over my body, past the red lace bra, down across my belly to the matching panties. I watch as you let your gaze linger over my thighs and then down to my red leather stiletto boots. I saunter across the room to where you're standing, the door still open. I gently push you over to the wall, backing you up to it as I shut and lock the door. I smile a little and pull your jacket off you and toss it to the side. I watch you swallow, hard. Your breath is already quickening. I stand close to you, just barely touching and flick my tongue out to taste your lips. So delicious. I move closer and press my body against yours. You moan softly as I kiss your lips. My hands move up to your shirt and I push it up over your head. You help me take it off and toss it aside. I let my fingers trail over your wrists and tighten around them. I let my mouth caress yours and kiss you greedily. I feel you give in to my touch, submitting to me. My fingers move your wrists slowly up until they're in front of you. I lead you to the center of the room and gently push you down until you're kneeling in front of me. I let go of your wrists and walk behind you. You feel me trail my fingers through your hair and down your neck. I can feel you tensing a bit, not knowing what I'm going to do. I lean over you and let my lips brush against your ear, "I've missed you today," I whisper softly, "I've missed my little slut. I've needed him. I've needed his cock." I hear you whimper and I continue, "I've needed to feel my dirty whore inside me, his cock filling my cunt, pushing deep into me." I look down your body and see the growing bulge in your pants. Mmmm, good. That's what I've been wanting. It's what I've been craving.
I stand back up and move around to the front of you, my cunt right in front of your face. I know you want to lick me, I can see your lips trembling. Your hands are clenching at your pants, you know I haven't given you permission to touch me yet. I casually run my fingers along the waistband of my panties, feeling me in front of you. I let my hand drift inside my panties down to my clit, rubbing it slowly, letting you inhale my scent. I look down at you and stroke your hair. You close your eyes and breathe deeply, wanting. I push my fingers deeper along the length of my slit, getting them wet. I pull my fingers out and raise them to your lips, tracing them with my wetness. You moan softly and lick them off. I pull my fingers back out of your mouth and back to my panties. I turn around and face away from you, then tuck my fingers into my waistband and slowly move my panties down my legs to the floor, bending over in front of you as I do. I hear you suck in your breath. I know you want to lick me. I know you want to push your hot tongue deep into my cunt... but you have to wait. I stand back up and turn around to face you again. My fingers go back to my clit, rubbing, circling. I let myself feel the pleasure, moaning softly at my own touch, letting my head fall back. My cunt is so wet for you, so aroused for you. I look back down at you, your eyes focused on my moving fingers. "I want you to lick me," I whisper throatily, "I want you to make me wet enough to fuck you, wet enough that your cock slides right in me, lick me like the whore I know you are." "May I touch you with my hands?" you inquire. "No." "Ohhh," you softly complain as your face moves forward to my waiting cunt. "But you may undo your trousers." Your hands fly to the button and zipper, releasing your cock from them. You're so incredibly hard, so aroused. It makes me want you more.
Your tongue flicks over my clit and I can feel your hot breath invading me. You flick it again and again. I grab the back of your head and bring your head closer, pushing it into my cunt. Your tongue delves deeper, licking up my slit, tasting me. I spread my legs a little wider and you take the opportunity to push your tongue inside me. You fuck me with it as I writhe against your face. You move your tongue back up to my clit. I move my hand down across my belly and down to your mouth, spreading myself for you. I feel you moan against my hard little bud. I need more. I want more.
I pull myself away from you making you gasp. I turn and kneel down in front of you, on all fours, exposed to you. "Fuck me," I command, "Fuck me hard, fuck me now." You groan and move your cock to my wet, dripping cunt lips. "Fuck me," I harshly whisper and you thrust your cock deep and hard into me. I cry out at the pleasure. You hold yourself buried inside me for just a second, feeling my cunt wrapping around you, then you pull out and thrust hard again. You cock throbs at each thrust, I know you won't last long. "Make me cum," I moan, "Fucking make me cum, slut." You hands move around me to my clit, to my breasts. Your fingers find my button and you rub it, circling frantically, wanting me to cum for you, your hard cock thrusting deeper with each stroke, your fingers on my nipple, twisting, pinching. With each stroke you bring me closer. I can feel my cunt pulsing around you. Your cock is swelling, knowing you want to cum, knowing you need to make me cum. I push back harder against you, willing you deeper, harder. God. I feel the heat rising, I feel the pleasure overtaking me, I know you can feel it too. My cunt clenches harder around you, squeezing you, massaging you. I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum all over your cock. Oh fuck, oh god. It explodes through me, knocking the breath out of me. I cry out as my cunt spasms in orgasm around you. I feel the rush of white heat flashing through my body as I convulse on you. God. Such an amazing feeling, so powerful. Wave after wave rolls over me. I can hear you begging me, begging me to let you cum, begging me to let you have release too. "Cum for me," I hiss, "Shoot your hot spunk deep in my cunt, cum for me." You groan and surrender to your orgasm, filling me with your seed, your hot cum. You pulse hard, trembling with each thrust of pleasure. My cunt milks you, wanting it all, wanting every last drop of you inside me, wanting all of you and taking it. Breathless, you lean over me and kiss my back. "Thank you Master" you whisper. "Don't thank me yet," I say wickedly, "I'm not done with you..."