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The Agenda, Part 2

January 3rd, 2014

 

He did refocus on his sales pitch, offering a broader online presence, better market value, blah, blah, blah. I have to admit that I was only half-listening to his speech. For some reason my mind wandered, thinking about pushing Eric onto his knees, forcing him to lick my black leather boots from the toe to the top of the boot, smelling the aromatic leather and running his hands up my booted legs. Oooh, to have this sexy man on his hands and knees, groveling at my booted feet made my thighs tingle and pussy twinge. Eric seemed to go on and on; the more he went on, the more my mind wandered. I saw him naked tied down on his stomach, on my 4-poster bed. I was whipping his back and ass until he begged for mercy. At his breaking point, I strapped on my favorite dildo. Eric was able to see me stepping into the leather strapon harness, securing the medium-sized, silicon dildo. His eyes lit up with anticipation of being taken, violated. He mumbled something about not being sure that he could take it.

 

“Would you rather I whip you until you begged for mercy again?” I didn’t wait for him to respond as I shoved a rubber ball gag with breath holes into his mouth, buckling it tightly behind the back of his head. This will keep you quiet while I fuck you — no begging for mercy anymore. The only thing I want to hear is your moans/groans and my screams when I orgasm. You look surprised, Mr. Big Shot; did you think that I was fucking you for your pleasure? Did you really think that I was doing any of this for your pleasure? I am going to fuck you hard and deep, so that the base of the cock is rubbing directly on my clit. I want to hear you moaning my name, begging me to fuck you deeper, begging me to come. Do you understand me?

 

I started pouring the leather-scented lubricant on his ass, sliding my latex-gloved finger in and out of his asshole, gently fucking him, prepping his ass for my cock. I wanted to fuck him sooo bad and in so many ways. My pussy was dripping wet with every stroke of my finger. My desire to be inside of this man was overwhelming as I climbed upon the bed and settled my cock between the cheeks of his ass. I allowed the full weight of my body to rest upon him, feeling the warmth of the flesh on his back where I had whipped him. I realized how turned on I was. I leaned down placing a kiss on his cheek, whispering in his ear, “I want you to know how much I want you, how much you turn me on, how much I enjoyed watching you lick my boots and how you are going to keep me cumming until I beg you to stop.”

 

As the last words escaped my lips, my cock slid deep into his ass. Eric let out a muffled scream of ecstasy mixed with pain. I did not relinquish my strokes: I increased the speed and the depth until I was screaming with my first orgasm. Eric began moving his hips back and forth, an attempt to fuck me back, drawing out my orgasm. He was now pushing the base of the strapon cock against my dripping wet pussy. I leaned over close to his ear again, cheek to cheek, and whispered, “Fuck me like you mean it. Show me how much you want me right now.”

 

I unbuckled the gag and removed it from his mouth. Eric taunted me, “Untie me, and I will show you exactly how much I want you from the moment that I walked into the restaurant, little girl.” There it was: my button pushed. Somehow he knew, whether consciously or not. He managed to reach out and push one of my buttons. I melted like ice on a hot sidewalk. All I wanted to do was turn him over on his back so I could look him directly in the eyes, while I fucked him, the traditional way — sitting on top of him, sliding his cock into my pussy, and fucking him as he gently asked me, “Whose your Daddy?” Fuck me.

 
To be continued.
 
Never yours,
 
HM Porsche Lynn