Loading...It’s Monday morning and David enters the train, annoyed that the mechanic has not finished the repairs to his Beemer and for another week he will have to use mass transit to get to his office in the City. He could have taken it to a less in demand mechanic, but he did not trust his baby, a 2006 Z4 M Roadster, to any but the best available.
Unfortunately, the secret was out on Lars and his expert handling of all things BMW, so the queue was always incredibly long, service appointments needing to be made months in advance. Of course, that meant if you had an emergency repair need and you had to have Lars, you had to wait. So here he was for the second week, joining the huddled masses on their daily trek into the City.
He easily finds a seat, as he has caught the train at one of the earliest stops, knowing that it will be full to overflowing after the next few stops. He opens his briefcase, taking out the morning paper picked up from his stoop as he left the house and loses himself in the events of the day. He’s engrossed in the paper and pays little attention as the train makes its routine stops picking up and letting off fellow passengers. His is near to the last stop, so he knows he has awhile before he has to listen for his station to be called.
He’s engrossed in the sports section when of a sudden a new and luscious smell wafts past and assaults his senses. He looks up quickly, hoping to catch a look at the woman wearing that incredible scent. He doesn’t have a clue as to the perfume’s name, but he knows what he would call it – Pure Fucking Sin! God, he hopes she looks as good as she smells!
He looks at the people sitting and standing to the front of him; other business men, college age kids, some less desirables obviously using the train to find a short respite from their 24/7 exposure to the elements, but no one who could possibly be the creature who has, with her intoxicating scent alone, completely captured his attention. He turns to look to the rear and spots her. She’s pushing through the second set of doors, heading into the next car. He feels his breath catch as he takes in her glorious fall of thick, glossy dark auburn hair. It falls sleek and straight down to the middle of her back. Jesus, who cares what her face looks like! He’d just love to close his eyes and feel that glorious hair sweeping across his chest, over his incredibly sensitive nipples, and down across his firm, hard abs and belly. God, just the thought had the blood pooling in his groin. David couldn’t believe that just her scent, which was now just a delicious memory, and the sight of her glorious red hair could get him so hard, so fast. He felt just then like a schoolboy sneaking peaks at his first girlie magazine, not the mature man of 27 that he is.
As she moves further into the train car he recognizes, even from the back, that the fur-trimmed raincoat she wears carries a designer label. That fact, along with her Louis Vuitton handbag, tells him that this is a woman of some means. Even without these outer trappings, her impeccable carriage, the grace and ease with which she moves is a testament to her lofty status. What the hell is she doing on the train?
Seeing that she is not going to turn towards him and reveal to him the gorgeous looks she must possess based on all the double takes from the instantly besotted men in the next car, David decides that he must follow her. He must get closer to her, must be allowed to breath in her scent, see the stunning features that he has conjured in his mind. Maybe even get close enough to surreptitiously steal a light caress of her gloriously thick mane of glossy red hair. God, just the thought has his burgeoning cock twitching inside his Italian cut trousers.
He reaches for his briefcase, ready to begin his quest, when the train begins to slow for the next stop. As it has now reached one of its three financial district stops, his being the next, a multitude of passengers in the now fully occupied train cars stand, collecting their coats, briefcases and assorted paraphernalia preparing to disembark. Shit, he has lost sight of her in the throng! Finally, the disembarking passengers have exited, the aisles are clear, and……FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! She’s gone! Through the window of his train car, David quickly scans the crowd heading to the stairs and escalator as the train begins to pull away from this station but cannot find her in the crowd. FUCK! Dejectedly he sits down to await his stop and head to the office in a now decidedly peevish mood.
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Tuesday morning dawns bright and sunny, the clouds of yesterday having all blown away. David heads to the transit station in a much better frame of mind. The skies are clear, the sun is shining and he’s on a mission. The day’s newspaper is in his briefcase, where it will stay until he reaches his office. Today he plans to be ever vigilant, ever watchful, hoping desperately for the reappearance of his fantasy woman from yesterday. He hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind all damn day and had spent the evening imagining a myriad of naughty, nasty, kinky scenarios that his fantasy woman would be eager to play out with him. He felt himself becoming aroused again remembering them and the mind-blowing orgasm they had brought him to.
She just had to be on the train again! He had to get a look at her form and features, had to see if she even came close to his erotic imaginings of her.
David reaches the station and enters the waiting train car. Again there are many available seats, but he has no intention of sitting, no intention of taking any action that might hamper his quest. He finds a likely spot and reaches up to grasp the overhead rail as the train begins to move out of the station. Even though, based on the timing of yesterday’s appearance, he determines that it should be several more stops before the object of his obsession appears, David feels his heartbeat quicken and a flush of anticipation spread through his eager body.
Several stops later David’s vigilance pays off as he notices heads craning in the next car, stretching and straining to get a glimpse of something, someone in the car next to theirs. It must be her! He can’t believe that anyone or anything else would cause such a stir. With purpose David begins to move through the semi-congested train car, heading ever closer to where he is certain the object of his developing obsession awaits him. He finally enters the car, knowing she is here by the looks on the faces of the men in the car, besotted, enamored and those of the women, annoyed and envious. David eagerly waits for the recently boarded passengers to take a seat and clear the aisle so that he can finally, finally see her.
The passengers settle, and, MY GOD, there she is, just a few yards in front of him. Her back is turned towards him, but the view from the back is fucking AMAZING. She’s not wearing a coat today, and her glorious body is fully, incredibly revealed to him in the lusciously cock-teasing outfit she is wearing.
With every intention of seeing her face today, David decides to first fully steep his senses in the backside view before him. He closes his eyes for a moment before he looks down and smiles in gratification and lusty pleasure as he sees that she is wearing a glorious pair of supple, black leather pumps with 4″ needle thin heels and thin little ankle straps. So fucking sexy! As his gaze moves up, he can’t contain his gasp of pleasure as he takes in the longest, sexiest pair of legs he has ever fucking seen, made sexier still by the incredible black silk, fully-fashioned, Cuban heeled, raised seam stockings that they’re encased in. His burgeoning cock twitches as he traces with his eyes the path of those glorious raised seams running oh so straight up those luscious legs to disappear under the hem of her incredibly thin, incredibly tight pencil skirt. Oooooh, it’s black…. Italian made…. luxurious crepe wool and is so tight it fits her like a second skin, revealing every glorious curve of her hips and ass. Oh, God, and what curves! She’s tall – FUCK, she must be over six feet in those shoes! – and slender, but has the most incredible, womanly fucking curves – mmmmm, the height of Nicole Kidman with the curves of Marilyn Monroe, fuuuuucckkkkk!!!!!!!! Gorgeously curved hips and the highest, roundest, tightest cock-teasing ass David has ever, ever seen! Jesus, he could cum just watching her strut before him in those sexy fucking shoes, that amazingly tight pencil skirt, hips swaying, ass wiggling. And the thought of licking up the backs of those mile-long legs, licking his tongue up that incredibly straight raised seam, seeing it glisten with his saliva – FUCK, his cock jerks again at the thought!
Continuing his upward perusal he notes with delight the crisp white custom-tailored blouse and at her waist is the sexiest 4″ black patent-leather belt, tightly cinching her incredibly small waist, which serves to further accentuate her lusciously rounded hips and ass. Damn, this is one cock-teasing bitch!
David’s gaze takes in her somewhat broad, but totally feminine, shoulders as she stands straight and proud, ass sticking out round and high. He knows, he just knows that this is one incredibly haughty, high-class bitch, someone’s pampered princess, and wonders again, what the fuck is she doing on the train!
Further up he notes that her glorious mane of deep, rich auburn hair is pulled back and up into a ponytail, starting high at the crown of her head, sweeping down to a jaunty little flip at the end resting in the middle of her back. Once again, David can’t help but imagine that glorious hair trailing over his body. Imagines her taking the end of that sexy fucking ponytail and using it to tease and torment his incredibly sensitive, even now, erect nipples. Ooooh, he shudders at the thought of the delicious sensations.
Wanting to tease himself just a little longer before moving to confirm that the front view is as delicious as the back, David slowly retraces his path downward from the glorious red hair to the tips of those catch me, fuck me pumps, salivating again over every delectable feature.
Finally, fully and completely aroused, cock incredibly hard and twitching like a stallion straining to mount a mare in heat tethered before him, David prepares to move to the front of her, to finally saturate his lust filled senses with the complete picture of her.
He takes one tentative step toward her then stops abruptly. As if sensing the heat emanating from him, sensing his incredibly intense, penetrating gaze, she begins to turn…….
MY GOD! She is, in a word, stunning! A perfect oval shaped face, with incredible, perfectly proportioned features emphasized by impeccably done, subtle yet dramatic makeup. Wickedly arched brows frame sparkling, hypnotic, almond shaped green eyes, emphasized by a warm honey brown shadow and deeper, darker matching eyeliner. Her incredibly long, thick eyelashes are beautifully curled and layered with glorious black mascara. High cheekbones accented with just a hint of blush. In the center of that perfect oval sits a sophisticated, aristocratic nose, just made to look down on the peons in her midst. And her mouth! Oh, God, she has the most luscious, thick, full cock-teasing lips, covered in gorgeous fire engine red lipstick! Further emphasized by the slickest, wettest, drippingest sheer gloss. Mmmmm, delicious!
David notes the large but tasteful princess cut diamond stud earrings on the lobes of her perfectly placed ears, further speaking to this glorious creature’s wealth and status. He spies the matching diamond drop pendant peeking between the V-shaped opening of her crisp white custom tailored blouse, with its stiff, starched man-tailored collar, a modest three buttons left undone. Open just enough to give a hint of the incredible cleavage created by the French lace balcony bra David just knows she’s wearing under that conservatively but sexily tailored blouse, a row of small white pearl buttons straining to contain the bounty held beneath. MY GOD, what a luscious pair of tits! High, round, D cup breasts jutting against that tightly fitted blouse.
As he gazes, transfixed by the sight, her incredible nipples harden, pushing against the seemingly modest blouse, obscenely delineated for all to see. Where some women would hunch their shoulders and pluck at their blouse to try to hide this titillating sight, not so this haughty beauty. No, completely attuned to her body and knowing the effect on the male assemblage she throws her shoulders back, making her centerfold breasts jut unbelievably further up and out. MY GOD, she’s magnificent!!!
David’s heartbeat quickens, and he feels his own incredibly sensitive nipples harden in response. He cannot resist sneaking one hand inside his suit jacket to lightly graze then more forcefully twist and tweak and torment one lucky nipple, imagining that it is her slender fingers with the long, sharp fire engine red nails doing the teasing. Oooooh, he better stop before he cums in his trousers, right here in the train car filled with morning passengers.
Finally tearing his eyes from those incredibly erotically distended nipples, he continues his lustful appraisal.
At the front of that sexy 4″ black patent leather belt is an amazingly large square silver buckle. The belt so tightly cinched around her tiny waist, further emphasizing her gorgeous hourglass figure.
Again David marvels at that incredibly tight black pencil skirt. Fuck – it’s no wonder she’s standing. He doesn’t know how she manages to walk, let alone sit in that sinful creation. Jesus, is there a man alive who doesn’t get a raging hard-on at the site of a sexy bitch in a skintight pencil skirt???
Her curvaceous hips are so clearly defined in that tight ass skirt, molding every inch, down over her flat abdomen, covering the treasure between her thighs that he would just love to worship for hours and hours and hours with his lips and teeth and tongue, right through that incredible skirt and the nasty, naughty, kinky black nylon panties he imagines her wearing. Oh, God, he wants to worship her pussy!
From the hem of the skirt, which ends just below her knees, he continues his downward gaze, down those incredibly long, toned, gorgeously sexy legs. His cock twitches as he remembers the sight of those glorious raised seams running so straight up the back of those mile long legs.
His gaze finally reaches those beautiful black leather shoes, admiring the sexy little ankle strap and wickedly pointed toes. Perfect compliments to the needle thin 4″ heels. Ooooh, he could just imagine her in a pair of 6″ skyscraper high stiletto heeled fuck me pumps. Strutting that sexy stuck up ass in front of him. Teasing and teasing and teasing him endlessly as he strokes his thick, hard, tumescent 9″ cock while rubbing and pinching and pulling on his incredibly sensitive, furiously aroused nipples. Fuck, he soooo loves to be teased, and he just knows that this sexy, haughty, nasty bitch would be an expert at it.
Looking at her he realizes that with just a few minor changes to her makeup and wardrobe she would be the living creation of his ultimate fantasy. A total 50’s pin-up-girl, walking wet dream, fetish fuck fantasy. FUUUUUCCCK! He nearly cums in his pants just thinking about her dressed that way!
Controlling himself, he begins the journey back up her luscious body, reveling in each delicious detail, until he reaches her face and realizes that she’s watching him. He watches as her eyes move down his body, down to the front of his trousers where the proof of his desperate desire is clearly evident and painfully straining against his fly. David holds his breath as her eyes begin to move upward. What will he see? Will she be appreciative of his impressive manhood? Will she give him a sign, a signal that she’s interested in something more than cock teasing on a train?
Their eyes meet. He feels an almost electric connection, and watches as she simply raises one wickedly arched brow, gives the barest hint of a smile, and then turns her back to him. Before David has a chance to absorb the crushing rejection, he realizes that she’s viciously arching her back, sticking that gloriously rounded ass further up and towards him. God, it was not a rejection at all, just a way to tease him further. Oooooh, this nasty bitch is just asking for it and he’s just the big-dicked motherfucker to give it to her.
He moves forward, coming to stand directly behind her. Close enough to smell her glorious scent, to run a light caress down that gorgeous hair. Just then the train begins to pull into the next station, the stopping motion causing her to sway back slightly, bringing that sexy round pencil-skirted ass right against his huge, swollen cock. Fuuuccckkkk!!!! Instead of politely moving backwards, David pushes forward. Pushing his huge cock against the crack of her ass. Letting her feel fully what she’s done to him and what he’s prepared to give to her.
He can’t believe it when he feels her ass start to rub up and down against his cock. Jesus Christ! Right here on the train for anyone to see! Ooooh, he was right about her. She is one nasty, naughty, kinky bitch!
He moves his left hand to the front of her skirt. Sliding it down to rest just above her pubis. Pushing her gorgeous ass tighter against his massively swollen cock, uncaring of who might see, totally focused on the feel of her ass undulating against him. She removes her right hand from the overhead rail, and then David feels her long, viciously sharp nails scoring the outside of his thigh through his trousers, moving up along his hip to slip her hand into his front pocket. Fuck! He feels those nails teasing the side of his cock. OH GOD! He’s going to cum any minute now!
As the train comes to a complete stop and passengers begin to leave their seats to exit the train, David and his nasty bitch become separated. He moves to the side, hoping that these pricks will hurry out of the train so he can get back to his naughty public sex play.
Finally the last few passengers are heading out and David turns to renew his ass fuck ministrations, and, she’s gone! NOT AGAIN!!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!!
He reaches into his pocket to surreptitiously rub his swollen, throbbing cock and feels something that was not there earlier. He pulls it out and finds that it is a business card. Made of the finest card stock, on one side a gold leaf border with a large filigreed V in the middle. On the other side the message “Be at the corner of Pine and Vallejo this evening 6:00 p.m. SHARP!”
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It’s 6:00 p.m. and as he’s been instructed, David is standing on the corner of Pine and Vallejo. Waiting, wondering what the night has in store for him. His cock has been hard all day long, remembering the all too brief moments pushing and rubbing against that incredible cock-teasing bitch’s round, taught pencil-skirted ass on the train. God, he’d never done anything quite that kinky before, and realized that he desperately wanted to do it again! Desperately wanted to put on a show like that again, only longer, nastier and kinkier.
As he stands there, reveling in his wicked exhibition fantasy, a long black stretch limousine pulls to the curb beside him. The back tinted window rolls down far enough for him to hear an incredibly sexy, sultry, husky voice bid him to get in. He’s surprised upon entering at how dark the interior is. So dark that he can only make out the shape of his mystery woman sitting in the middle of the long bench seat facing the driver’s seat. He knows it’s her, however, by the incredibly decadent, amazingly sexual scent that initially captured his attention. Before he can sit beside her she directs him to the seat opposite her. The limo is so long that there is a good five feet between them now. Shit! Why does she have him sitting so far away???
Suddenly the overhead mood lights come on and David finally sees what’s been concealed from him.
OH MY GOD! Gone is the somewhat modestly sexy woman from the train and in her place is an overt, complete fetish fuck fantasy!!!!
Her gorgeous auburn hair has been released from the sexy ponytail and is now cascading around her shoulders and down her back in beautiful, soft 50’s pin up style curls. Her daytime makeup has been replaced with deep dark colors emphasizing those hypnotic green eyes. Oh, God, she’s also wearing incredibly long, thick black mascara’d false eyelashes. They must be at least 2″ long and are beautifully curled so that when she closes her eyes for a brief moment they lie like twin fans against those high, chiseled cheekbones. The cock-teasing fire-engine-red lipstick of the morning has been added to. Now applied so incredibly thickly and lusciously on those perfect lips. Again covered in the slickest, wettest, drippingest gloss. Suggesting something else that he would love to see dripping from those cock-teasing lips.
Gone is the white tailored blouse from the morning and in its place is an incredibly tight off the shoulder, red ribbed knit sweater. Jesus, her incredible high, firm breasts are so defined in that tight, tight sweater. And her nipples! Ooooh, again poking and protruding so hard against that soft material. The front of the sweater is done up with sexy square white buttons, opened just far enough to see a peak of a beautiful black French lace strapless balcony bra, and at her waist again is an incredible 4″ black patent leather belt with a 5″ square black buckle. She is again wearing his fantasy black pencil skirt, but this one has a wicked slit all the way up one side; starting at the hem, which rides just above her knees as she sits on the bench seat, going all the fucking way up to her gloriously curved hip. She’s sitting with one silk stocking covered leg crossed over the other and he can see through the slit in her skirt the nasty, kinky, black leather, eight-strapped garter belt she’s wearing. His cock takes a vicious jerk at the sight. Continuing his downward gaze he takes in the beautiful, incredibly expensive, black silk, fully fashioned Cuban-heeled raised seam stockings covering those deliciously long, toned legs. Finally, finally his gaze reaches the end and, OH GOD YES!!! She’s wearing the most incredible black leather, 6.5″ skyscraper high, needle thin stiletto heeled shoes! Fuck! They look incredibly wicked, with amazingly pointed toes and the skinniest, tallest heels David has ever, ever seen. As she turns her foot just so, he can now see that the heels are of vicious looking silver. Oh, fuck me!!!
David finally tears his eyes from those wicked, wicked shoes and looks up to see a wide, knowing smile on the gorgeous face before him.
“What’s your name?” she asks in that sexy, husky voice.
“David” he replies.
“Well, David, I’m Mistress Victoria, and I’m in need of a new playmate. Do you like to play, David?” she asks.
“Oh, yes!” David replies eagerly.
“Yes, what, David?” she asks somewhat sternly.
Quickly understanding, David answers somewhat meekly, “Yes, Mistress Victoria.”
Oh, God, he is fucking loving this!
Her wicked smile widens with the knowledge that he fully understands and appears to share in her naughty, kinky pleasures.
She asks him if there are any limitations, and he answers, “No, Mistress. Anything you want to do to me, please do.”
Obviously this was the answer she was looking for, as she picks up the receiver of the car phone resting in the center seat console and says, “home, Antonio.”
Glancing through the darkly tinted window, David sees that they have been driving in the ritzy Pacific Heights neighborhood and are now pulling into the drive of one of its huge hillside mansions. Oh, yes, he knew this was one rich bitch!
The limousine stops and when the driver opens her door she looks at David and says in that cock-teasing Kathleen Turner voice, “follow me, David.”
He watches her swing those gloriously long, silk covered legs out the car door and sees for the first time the young, thickly muscled, swarthy complexioned chauffer waiting to assist her from the car. He takes her by the hand and gently pulls her through the door whereupon she purrs, “mmmm, thank you, Antonio.” David watches as an undecipherable look passes between them. He’s not sure what it means, but he sees upon exiting that the young stud is sporting a massive bulge behind the fly of his uniform trousers.
David follows Victoria inside her opulently decorated mansion. He notes with appreciation Persian carpets lying on the darkly stained hardwood floors, original works of art and exceptional antique furnishings. The foyer is illuminated with an incredible sparkling crystal chandelier and he sees through the doorway to his right that the formal living room has a complete wall of windows, which showcases an incredible view of the city lights below.
He continues to follow her up a massive, grand staircase. Marveling at how well she walks in those fetish shoes and how arousingly seductive her hips sway and her gorgeous pencil-skirted ass wiggles as she glides up the stairs. Fuck, he so wants to feel that ass against his swollen cock again!
His attention is caught by a sudden sparkle coming from her left hand trailing lightly across the highly polished banister. For the first time he notices the huge, square cut diamond ring she wears. Jesus, it must be at least four perfect carats! Suddenly, beginning to feel a little unsure, David begins “your husband….”
“Is away on business” she quickly interjects. “Don’t worry, David, we have hours and hours and hours of uninterrupted play time ahead of us.” She turns and gives him a wickedly suggestive wink, then adds, “that is, if you’re sure you want it to be uninterrupted.”
Oh, fuck, what does she mean by that?
They finally reach her bedroom suite and again David takes in with appreciation the gloriously opulent, sensually decadent furnishings. Silks and satins and furs seem to drape every surface. Her incredible scent permeates the room. He’s somewhat surprised and disappointed to see that the room only contains one mirror over the dressing table. Not what he would have expected from this fetish fuck queen.
She moves to a door at the far end of the room, and thinking it is a mere closet, David stops in the middle of the room, standing near her huge four-poster bed. She opens the door reaching inside to flip a light switch, then turns to crook her finger and motion for him to continue to follow her through the door.
He steps in behind her and can’t contain his gasp of shocked surprise. OH MY GOD! It is a fully furnished fetish fuck chamber!!!!
His gaze flits around the room taking in all the incredible, erotic, perverted furnishings and implements. On one side of the room is a raised dais containing a huge round bed covered in a sexy mink spread. The mirror above guaranteed to reflect every fucking perverted detail. Nearby, hanging from the ceiling, is a swing, with strategically placed straps for legs and arms. Numerous floor-to-ceiling mirrors are placed all over the room. Oh, God, his cock swells even further at the sight.
Briefly glancing at other incredibly nasty, kinky fetish furnishings scattered about the room, David’s attention is caught by a nearby table and the incredible articles lying upon it. OH FUCK! He feels a shiver of excitement and a bit of trepidation as he gazes at the incredible pieces. Silver cock rings, nipple clamps, leather strops, leather collars attached to silver linked leashes, strap on dildos, wrist and ankle restraints, blindfolds and more. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
He watches as she approaches the table and selects a diamond studded leather choker and places it around her neck, loving the way her raised arms lift and accentuate her gorgeous hard-nippled tits. She then selects a pair of opera length, gleaming black leather gloves and slowly and sensuously slides them up her arms.
Moving to stand in front of the mirror several yards in front of him, she stands with those cock-teasing 6.5″ stiletto heel shoed feet slightly apart, leather covered hands on hips, and tells him in an incredibly sexy, incredibly haughty tone, “Now, pussyboy, I want you to strip, butt…fuck…naked!”
Eagerly he begins to comply as she turns to the mirror once more allowing him to view her incredibly round, high pencil-skirted ass, those fucking sexy fully fashioned, Cuban heeled, raised seamed stockings and the wicked, wicked gleaming 6.5″ needle thin silver heeled fetish fuck shoes. Watching as, replicating her action on the train, she viciously arches her back, thrusting that gorgeous ass incredibly further up and out. Oh, fuck, yes!
Seeing in the mirror that he is now completely butt…fuck…naked, she turns and returns the favor of running her eyes over his form and features. He’s gratified to see her smile with appreciation at the sight of his muscular athletic body and sees it widen further as she focuses on his incredibly thick, 9″ hugely swollen cock. He can’t resist giving a little thrust of his hips, thrusting his obscenely large cock towards her.
She moves towards him, coming to within inches of him and says, “Now, pussyboy, you are only allowed to speak when spoken to. Do you understand!”?
“Yes, Mistress Victoria” he replies.
“And you’re only allowed to touch me or yourself as, and when, instructed. Do you understand, pussyboy?!”
“Yes, Mistress Victoria.”
“Mmmmm, I do believe that you’re going to be the best pussyboy ever!” she purrs.
When she turns her back to him once more, he expects that she is going to move away, but gasps in pleasure and surprise when she moves backwards and nestles that gloriously rounded ass against his swollen, throbbing cock. She raises one leather covered arm and wraps it around the back of his neck, using it to anchor herself to him and assist her in viciously arching her back which pushes her ass incredibly tighter against him.
Watching them in the mirror, seeing and feeling this incredible fully clothed fetish fuck fantasy woman sensuously rub her delectable ass against his raging hard-on, being butt…fuck…naked before her, David thinks he can’t possibly get more excited, when she turns her head and quickly darts her hot, pink pointed tongue around the whorls of his ear. OH. MY. GOD! Her hot breath and wet tongue are driving him fucking insane!
David’s body gives a vicious jerk and incredible wracking shudder when she begins to whisper in his ear the dirtiest, kinkiest, nastiest suggestions that he has ever fucking heard. Telling him that she’s going to make him lick the heels of her shoes, slowly, deliciously before moving up her legs to lick, up and up and up her incredibly long legs, up that oh so straight raised seam then move up and bury his face in her pencil-skirted ass. Licking up the crack of her ass, the seam of her nasty, naughty kinky black nylon streetwalker panties so clearly visible through that fucking tight pencil skirt.
When she whispers in his hear that she’s going to have her 18 year old, gorgeous latina maid, dressed in the kinkiest, naughtiest school girl outfit – short plaid skirt, cropped white top, matching plaid tie, white knee socks and wicked, 6″ platform mary janes – wearing little girl pigtails, come into the room, kneel behind him and lick and rim him asshole while he cock rapes her pencil-skirted ass, David can’t control himself any longer. Her roughly grasps her hips, pulls her ass tighter against him, thrusting furiously against her until he spews all over her fucking pencil skirt. Cumming and cumming and cumming harder and longer than he’s ever cum before.
She steps away from him and he shudders again at the sight of his hot, white, sticky spunk dripping from the back of her skirt. Struggling to bring his breathing under control he is alarmed to see her head to the door leading to her bedroom. As she reaches the door she turns to him and says, “Oh, I think someone broke the rules.” He shudders as he sees her gaze at the fetish loaded table before looking at him with the wickedest smile yet and tells him before exiting through the doorway, “Prepare yourself, pussyboy. The night has just begun.”