"A" arrived promptly at 6:00PM last evening. A arrived in a Brooks
Brothers suit and Allen Edmond perforated toe cap oxfords. I ordered him
to strip immediately, and he obeyed. He hesitated at his Cavalli
briefs, but the bulge beneath them needed relief. I pointed at them, and
he obediently removed them, dropping them to the granite tiled floor. I
walked toward him, slowly clicking my Charlotte Olympia 6" stiletto
heels on the tiles, as I walked. I paused when I came face to face with
him. Filthy boy...
He stood there, with his bright blue eyes staring back at me. His
perfectly trimmed chin straps, framing his Masculine jawline, and his
juicy lips, parted slightly, revealing gleaming white teeth. His Collin
Ferrel esque eyebrows were perfectly manicured, and parallel to his
non-receding hairline.
He stood at attention, while I slowly ran my eyes down his strong chest,
with his blonde hairs, freshly trimmed. They got darker toward his abs,
which flexed impressively with every breath he took. A thick trail of
dark hair began just above his naval, and thickened toward his bush of
blonde and brown pubes, surrounding a glorious veiny dick. It hung
magnificently with its thick shaft, and perfect head. The balls were
ordinary balls, hidden behind the bush of pubes, but still vulnerable.
I walked around him, slowly, clicking my heels as I went. I took in the
aroma of Gucci cologne, and antiperspirant. I usually prefer a dirty
canvas, but this one was fresh from work. He had great shoulders, and
biceps, with lightly blonde hair covered forearms, and knuckles. His
back was muscular and smooth, and there was a winged tattoo in the
middle of his shoulder blades. I didn't care what it meant. Just a mere
observation of this play thing, that had entered my apartment.
His back dipped in, with light hairs at his lower back, and upper ass.
Strong, voluptuous cheeks jutted out, just begging to be spread, and
explored. I cupped them with my hands, and pushed them up, dropping them
back. Nice. I heard him gulp loudly, and I stepped forward, and spun to
face him.
"What was THAT!?"
"Nothing Ms. G. I'm sorry."
"Get on your hands and knees, you disgusting man."
He obediently got down on all fours, and waited for further instruction.
I stepped forward, and faced him. His head just between my chins.
"Kiss my feet."
I used a soft, but stern tone. He leaned forward, and softly kissed the tops of my feet. Such soft lips.
"You may rise."
He leaned back on his feet, and stood quickly, standing broadly before
me. I glanced down, and saw that he had begun to get hard.
"Very good,"
I reached out, and patted him lightly on the lower abs. He got a little flushed in the face. Cute.
I turned and ordered him to unzip my dress. He fumbled momentarily, but
managed to unzip me all the way. My Lanvin leather dress fell heavily to
the tiled floor. I swooped it to one side, and walked toward my lounge.
"You may follow".
I walked to the sofa, and sat at the edge of the middle seat. He slowly approached me.
"Stop."
He stopped, and waited. His dick was completely hard, and throbbing in the soft light. I ordered him down on his knees.
"Come closer."
He shuffled on his knees to me, until his dick was pointing straight at my pussy.
"Undress me."
he leaned forward, grazing his dick against my inner knees, and undid
the front clasp of my bra. My 40B breasts burst free, and my nipples
were immediately erect. He stared at them for a moment, and then reached
down to pull at my panties. My pussy was wet, but I payed no attention.
He reached down to cup his hands under my thighs, in an attempt to
raise me up. I arched my back and jutted my hips out, so he could easily
remove my panties. He looked down, and stared at my wet, engorged lips.
He gulped again, and I slapped his face.
"What did I tell you?"
"Yes Ms. G."
"Good, now carry on."
He slid my panties down, and lifted each foot, leaving me bare, and open to him.
"Now, eat my pussy."
He leaned forward, obediently, and hungrily lapped at my wet lips, and
tongued me immediately. He definitely knew what he was doing.
I tried to contain myself, and not touch his glossy hair, or play with
his ears, and neck while he lapped away at me. I tried to keep my legs
still, and not instinctively wrap them around his neck, to pull myself
over his thick lips and amazing tongue. I opened my eyes, and watched
him hungrily going at my pussy.
"Make me cum."
He looked up at me, with my priceless juices smeared across his perfect
face. He moved in, and began to tongue me aggressively. I came quickly,
and exploded on his face. He was still tonguing me and licking at my
lips, as I ordered him to stop.
"Sit back."
He sat back, his arms at his sides, breathing deeply, expanding and
retracting his magnificent hairy abs. I saw his dick throbbing freely,
with what looked like a significant amount of pre cum oozing out of the
head. I put my foot up, and placed the heel in his naval, lightly
pushing at him.
"Lay back."
He slowly leaned back, sliding his feet out in front of him, and laying
flat on the tiled floor. I stood up, and dropped my bra to the floor,
stepping over him. I pushed his legs apart with my feet, and ordered him
to arch his back. He raised up, and I saw some pre cum ooze out of his
throbbing dick, drooling up his abs, toward his chest. He just looked at
me, without saying a word, or even breathing out loud.I turned and
grabbed a large pillow from the sofa, and pushed it behind his back.
He relaxed, and lay back, with his ass up, and his shoulders against the
floor. I stepped over him, and walked slowly to my room. I waited a few
minutes, and emerged, carrying my box of toys. I slowly walked,
clicking my heels loudly as I approached him. His dick was still hard,
but was now lying off to one side, draped almost off his side.
Magnificent.
I set the box on the cocktail table, and retrieved the lube and a small
dildo. I knelt between his legs, and leaned forward, grazing his balls
and dick with my breasts. I slowly slid them up his body, feeling his
dick thump against my ribs a couple of times. I kissed his hairy chin,
and nibbled at his neck, and down his chest.
I stopped just above his dick. I picked it up slowly, and placed just
the head in my mouth, tasting his sweet and salty pre cum. He closed his
eyes, and I sucked hard, pulling my hand up from his balls to my lips,
oozing whatever precum was still in his shaft. Delicious.
I let his dick drop out of my mouth, and slap against his pre cum soaked
abs. He opened his eyes and we made eye contact for a moment. I
hesitated, and then squirted lube on his ass and balls. They were really
hairy, as was his ass, but he was clean and trimmed. I ran my fingers
down both sides of his taint and inner ass cheeks. He seemed
uncomfortable, but this boy bitch was mine.
I slowly massaged his inner ass, and around his hole. I watched as his dick throbbed up and down, oozing out more pre cum.
I slowly put a finger in, and he closed his eyes and winced. I rubbed it
around, and around, watching his face slowly relax. I slid another
finger in, and repeated. I felt him loosen up, and after a couple of
minutes, he was completely relaxed, and I had three fingers in him. I
pulled them out, and grabbed the dildo. It has a latex sleeve, and is
completely comfortable. I lubed it up, and placed the head against his
hole.
He loosened his hole, and I felt the dildo head naturally enter him,
smoothly. His eyes were wide open, and he was staring up at the ceiling.
I inched it slowly in, watching his dick throb, and feeling his ass
clench against the smooth skin of the dildo. I felt resistance, and knew
I was at his prostate. I had almost all 8" of the dildo inside of him. I
twisted it at the base, and watched his dick ooze out pre cum in a
steady stream. He was trying so hard not to make any noise, but I heard
his breathing quicken, and little gasps escape.
"Shut up boy."
"Yes, Ms. G."
"Do you like this?"
"Yes, Ms. G."
"You don't cum, until I tell you to cum, is that understood?"
"Yes, Ms. G."
I continued twisting and turning the dildo, and then I pulled it out
quickly, hearing a little squirt of juices, as his ass clamped shut. I
got up and straddled him, sliding my pussy over his hard dick. I was so
wet and thick, I almost came with him sliding into me. I rode him for a
couple of minutes.
"Not yet. Not fucking yet."
"Yes...Uhhh...Ms.G...Fuck."
"Fuck what!? What did you say?"
"I'm sorry Ms. G. Sorry!"
I felt the familiar rise, and gushed my orgasm all over his dick, balls, and abs. I moaned loudly.
His mouth was gaping open, and his eyes were focused on my pussy. I slid
off of him, and ordered him to stand up. He got up and I turned, and
sat back on the sofa.
"You may cum."
"Yes, Ms. G."
I caught my breath, while this magnificent man masturbated himself to
orgasm. He shot a thick load, all over my cocktail table, and even
managed to get some on my shoes. I saw him hunched over, his body
shuddering in relief.
"Stand up straight."
"Yes...Ms...G..."
He moaned and breathed loudly, still cumming.
"Ok, stop."
He let go of his dick, as it spasmed on its own, little drops of cum
falling freely. I watched his face, as he tried to keep from wincing. He
was flushed, and sweaty, and I got a whiff of his scent. A musky,
mannish, dirty, but stimulating scent. His perfect hair was matted to
his forehead, and sweat was dripping from his face, down onto his
perfect chest, and abs. I motioned for him to come closer, and he
obeyed. He had a look of shame and relief, as he stood before me. I took
his softening dick in my mouth, allowing the cum drops to coat my inner
lips, and drip down the sides of my mouth. I stood up slowly, and
leaned up to kiss him. He kissed back, and hesitated, as his cum entered
his mouth. I wiped my lips all around his, making sure to get every
drop on him.
"Lick it clean."
He licked his lips, and mine, and I moved away, watching the disgusted
look on his face. There he stood, sweaty, smelly, humiliated, with his
own cum in his mouth. His dick was completely soft, and even smaller
now, than it was when he first arrived at my door.
"You may leave."
He looked stunned at first, and then softened his expression, and turned
and walked away. His perfect ass, now sweaty, with the dark, matted
hairs swirled all around his oily hole. He left moisture marks along the
granite tiles, as he bent and slid on his briefs and pants, pulling his
shirt on over his arms, and then his jacket. He quickly pulled his
socks on, and laced up his oxfords. I watched as he tried to tuck his
shirt in, and fix the collar. He turned slightly, and stopped himself,
as he opened the door, and walked out.
I sat there, surrounded by the aroma of sex, cum, and my own lubrication. I think I wrecked that one. Damn.

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