Storytime.
I wait for you at the bottom of the staircase, anxiously fidgeting with my fingers, constantly tugging at the hem of my dress for no reason, looking down at my wrist for a watch that isn’t there. It’s the first time we’re meeting, so I’m wearing almost exactly what you asked me to: a dress and thigh-high stockings. I decided last-minute to turn in the heels for a pair of black lace-up boots.
I see you walk towards me. You have a devilish smirk across your scruffy face, your eyes twinkling with wicked delight. You look terribly handsome and I can’t help but let my mind wander…
You walk right up to me, but before I can get a single word out you tell me to take off my clothes. “Drop them,” you say. Somewhat nervous I do as you say quickly. I drop my dress, bra and panties to the floor, and am left only wearing my stockings and boots. You tell me to get on all fours on the staircase and to crawl up. I start crawling, feeling suddenly cold and terrified someone may see me. I look up at you but you simply lead me up the stairs, pulling my hair the entire way.
You take me into a pristine room, perfect and ready for us. You close the door softly behind us while I’m still on my hands and knees. I don’t dare look back at you. I feel you come up from behind me. You lean down towards me to inspect my sex. I hear you let out a chuckle as you notice that I’m already aroused, my warm cunt gushing. With one hand you smooth over my right ass cheek, and with the other you suddenly slide a finger into me. I squirm in shock, but you quickly take it out. “You dirty-minded, slut,” you say as I see you lick your finger and you walk in front of me.
You stand in front of me, but I keep my stare to the ground. You put your warm hand on my cheek and bring me up to my knees. I look up at you as you start to undo your pants. You smile at me, and I feel safe.
With your pants and boxer briefs at your ankles I finally marvel at how delicious you look. I balance my self before you and take your cock into my hands. I begin by licking it from the end of shaft to the head, letting my tongue wander over and under every ridge and vein, tasting every inch with excited anticipation. I swirl my tongue around the head like I would a lollipop and finally take you. I tighten my lips around you, suctioning the head—suction and release. I hold your stiff shaft in one hand and gently tug your balls with the other. I keep suctioning, allowing my saliva to flow freely from my mouth before I slowly begin to take you deeper into my mouth. I grab onto your hips, taking you further into my mouth, massaging the underside with my tongue. I look up at you, and you nod in pleasure.
You undo the clip in my hair, grabbing fistfuls of my curls and push my head towards your hips. I take you wholly into my willing mouth, my tongue playfully tickling your balls. You hold me there a moment as I gag on your cock and tears begin to stream down my cheeks. You let me come up for air, but only for a moment. I look up at you and saliva drips from my swollen lips. You look down at me for that moment before taking me again, this time with every intention of face fucking me. I keep my mouth wide open, holding on to your hips for balance as you keep thrusting into my face. You push your dick deep down my throat, as far as I can take it, and once more hold my head there. I feel your warm cum down my throat before slowly sliding my lips up your cock.
I lift my hand to wipe my face but you stop me as you say, “Don’t. You look perfect.”
You motion me to lie down and to keep my arms at my sides. Lightly, with one foot, you step on my belly, keeping me firmly placed where I am. You bend down and gently hold my neck with one hand. You look straight at me as you slip your finger between the moist warmth between my legs…
