She awoke me on the couch with a soft kiss. Where my neck meets my shoulder. Just where I like it.
"Oh, hello. You're home," I said, sitting up as the tingling sensations radiating from the spot she kissed slowly faded. She was attired for a social occasion: an office party. Someone had retired or something. Not the way most people wanted to spend a Saturday night and so she'd generously agreed not to make me go.
The dress she was wearing was only slightly risque for a work function and was a surprising choice for her. The black material hugged her generous curves perhaps a little too closely, her ample breasts swelled from the top just a tad more than would be considered socially acceptable. The skirt ended around mid-thigh.
"Just got in, sailor," she said with a grin, as she shook an errant blonde lock from her eyes..
"Have a good time?" I said with a slow grin.
"Nope." She bit her lip. "Maybe I'm looking for one, though."
I rose from the couch, placed my hand on her side, just below her left breast and began running my hand down the curve and swell of her hip. Then back up again, stopping just below her breast.
"Let's go to bed, Laura."
I pulled her into me and leaned into her neck, but I felt her hand on my chest pushing me back.
"Only if that's what you want."
Her arctic blue eyes met mine.
"Only if that's what you want," she repeated.
I paused recognizing the cue for possibly her favorite sexual game.
"Laura, what's my name?"
"It's Steve."
Grabbing her by the back of neck, I turned her around, bent her forward so her arms were out and she was leaning against the arm of the couch. The back of her skirt rode up to within inches of her ass, revealing more smooth, creamy skin.
Still grasping her--firmly but roughly enough to hurt her--I leaned down to her ear and breathed hotly. "What's my name?"
"It's Steve," she repeated.
I ran my hand down from her neck, down her back, down her thick ass and grasped the bottom of her skirt, pulling it roughly up her ass. I slapped both cheeks once each. She sighed.
Returning my mouth to her ear, I growled hotly, urgently, "What's my name?"
"Um, it's, it's Steve," she said, a little shakily.
Now I pushed her down so was draped over the arm of the couch, the black satin of her panties fully exposed, her ass propped up and open to me. I began spanking her, each spank getting harder until I heard little yelp.
I kneeled down before her. Her elbows were supporting the weight of her upper torso and I couldn't see her face, obscured as it was behind a curtain of disheveled blonde hair. She was breathing hard.
"What's my name?"
A pause, more breathing. "Master."
I returned to the couch, sitting down next to her, stroking her hair softly, as she caught her breath.
"Strip."
She began to stir from the couch. She stood shakily, smoothing her skirt down. I could smell her arousal.
"Master?"
"Leave your bra on."
She ran her hands up the sides of hips, kneading her breasts, squeezing them together, making them bulge out even more.
"No," I said dismissively. "I don't have time for that. Get naked. Now."
Shimmying out her dress, then out of her panties, she stood before me, a stunning vision. Disheveled blonde hair hanging down in her face, a red flush growing in her cheeks. Her DD tits overflowing the tops of her black lace shelf bra, straining for release. She had a little extra weight around the hips, but, god, she wore it well, with curves enough to make any man dizzy. I wondered how many of the men who'd seen her at the office party were at home jerking off to the memory right now. Her bush was full, but very cleanly trimmed. I bet a few of those guys at her office would get hard just knowing how she maintained her bush.
