I stand, at his mercy – in front of a full length mirror, he is behind me, fully dressed, surveying me, his breathing is heavy, he squeezes my body, my tits, my ass, my pussy assessing the goods almost and lays kisses across my neck and down onto my shoulders. He stares at me in the mirror as if making up his mind on what he will ravage on me this night. A smile creeps across his face and we lock eyes through the mirror. I breathe out loudly with anticipation.
He roughly grabs both of my breasts from behind cupping them and squeezing my nipples hard between his fingers through the fabric of my bra making me cry out lightly. His body is pressed against mine, and I can feel his cock is already hard and my pussy twinges and aches for it.
He leans down slightly to whisper into my ear his eyes locked on mine- ‘you will do everything I ask tonight – nothing will be off limits, you are my property’ I shudder and nod and the butterflies that have been fluttering in my stomach explode and my legs buckle a little, his grip holding me up. He smiles broadly at my acquiescence and spins me around to face him. He kisses me hard on the mouth, and brings his hands up to my face cupping it with both hands.
My hands reach for his belt buckle, which I undo quickly along with his trouser button and fly. We kiss, passionately and with a longing that belies our history. I ease his trousers down and they drop to the floor with a thud. I tug at his boxers. It occurs to me that I have never seen him wear anything other than a suit, and that thought quickly flys away as I find his hard cock with my hands. He moans into my mouth as I begin to caress him.
He breaks our kiss, and snarls ‘on your knees’ pushing me down roughly and shifting us slightly so we are sideways to the mirror now. I am face to face with his huge cock. His hands move to my head, grabbing and twirling some of my hair around his fist. It hurts a little. I look up at him our eyes lock and I smile, before spitting on his cock.
I take my tongue and swirl it around the head before taking him deep into my mouth, as far as I can and then back to the tip, up and down, choking a little every time. His cock is big, and he knows it but it doesn’t stop him taking liberties with my mouth and throat. He thrusts hard and down forcing himself into my throat. My face is buried in his pubic hair, consuming his full length. He lets out a loud moan of pleasure. I cannot breathe and I cannot pull away, my eyes are steaming. ‘Slut’ he growls loudly before he finally, partially, releases me and I try to drag in some air in what little space there is left in my mouth.
He begins to fuck my mouth hard and rough and with complete abandon. I place my hands on his hips to try and steady myself. I am gagging and choking and saliva is escaping from my mouth and nose, I am moaning, whimpering, struggling to manage his violent thrusts.
His firm grip on me means I cannot pull away until he allows it. He uses my hair to pull my head back and forth like a rag doll as he fucks my mouth, his pure pleasure audible and visual.
His groans become louder, and his pace quickens. I know his is going to cum, and my first thought is one of relief. I try to prepare myself for this first load but it is futile given my situation. With one last violent thrust and animal like roar he unloads his hot white cum down my throat.
The first release is huge and I fight my gag reflex, without success. He pulls my head back violently and his cock out of my mouth to allow his second load to escape over my face and breasts. His grip on my hair loosens but he does not release it. I try hard to swallow all I can – I know it is what he expects but I fail. He is staring down at me, his eyes glazed, a small satisfied smile across his face. Clearly pleased with his decoration of me.
He steals a look sideways in the mirror to survey us and his smile widens. I wonder for a moment what drives this side of him, why he enjoys using me like this, how violent he can be and I find myself flushing at the reality of my enjoyment of it. My knees ache a little and I try to move to stand and he allows me, letting go of my hair.
I stand before him covered in his cum. I take a glance at myself in the mirror and I am a mess, snot and saliva and cum, mixed with mascara and my smudged lipstick. ‘You look beautiful’ he says and I let out a small incredulous laugh. ‘Thank you’.
He pulls me towards him, and kisses me, running his fingers across my breasts through his cum and across my cheek.
‘You missed some’ he says as he pushes his fingers into my mouth And I suck them, savouring the sweetness.
He pulls them out and kisses me, hard and hungrily, his passion ignited again, making his way down my neck and across my chest, taking his cum into his own mouth as he does and sharing it again as he kisses me on the mouth.
‘You like how you taste?’ I say after a while. He just smiles at me and kisses me on the tip of my nose.
He is stood there trousers around his ankles, shoes still on and it makes me laugh again. ‘Shall I help you out of your clothes?’ He laughs too and nods and I am back on my knees helping him to remove his shoes and trousers. Caressing his legs as I do. Before I stand I take a moment to nuzzle his balls, gently licking and sucking them softly and then gently taking his cock in my mouth again, lightly licking him. He moans his approval. I stand slowly and start to work on his shirt, slowly unbuttoning while my hands steal beneath to feel his skin, and tweak his nipples.
I kiss him softly across his chest, breathing him in and he is enjoying this moment of calm as much as me, his hands gently caressing me. He is naked now and semi hard. I marvel at his beautiful cock – and lick my lips, my pussy aches and desire rises in me and flushes my face. He knows what I want and we both know he will make me wait for it. This dance we play one of my favourites.
Between us there are no boundaries – we share our deepest fantasies and most times enact them. We know each other’s bodies well, we have fucked and ‘made love’ 100s of times but somehow we do not tire of each other. The trust we have between us is something neither of us has found before. The opportunity to be our true sexual selves is intoxicating, addictive, dangerous.
‘Get on the bed slut’ he commands snapping me out of my thoughts ‘on your back’. I do as I am told and almost skip to the bed, glad to lay down and rest for a moment. I spread my legs wide for him. My pussy is glistening, a small mound of pubic hair sits above my clitoris but no more. My clit is large and sits proudly already engorged. ‘What a whore you are, covered in cum’ he says.