It was late and dark when I got home from work. I found her asleep on the couch, the TV still on, covered up in a blanket. I turned off the television and went to uncover her when I noticed what she was wearing.
The black Old Navy tank top matched perfectly to the lacy underwear and thigh high stockings. Her high heeled, black leather boots transformed her outfit from a girl wearing lingerie to a sexy, dark seductress. It was only after I had slowly taken in her appearance did I realize that her eyes were now open, and looking at my longingly.
"I thought you were just going to leave me lying here all night. I was about to stand up and ruin my whole plan." She spoke quickly, and started moving towards me with a playfully evil grin. Once she was standing I was awestruck by her; she was as tall as I was due to the heels and I could see the confidence in her expression.
"Well? Can't you think of anything to say to me?" she asked me in a teasing voice.
But still I stood there, speechless. So since I knew that I wasn't going to be able to convey to her what I wanted by telling her, I showed her. Without a moment's hesitation, I was grasping her and kissing her roughly on the mouth. My fingers were searching and grasping every inch of her, especially the places where no fabric covered her warm, soft skin.
It was a long time that we wrestled and groped each other on the couch.
Finally, I broke the silence, "What do you want?" I asked.
"If you are going to give me what I want, then you're going to have to give me what you want. No worrying about whether I'm okay, or if it feels good to me, because it always feels good with you." She paused to let me soak in what she had just said. "I'm only going to explain this once. I want you to use me. Tonight, I'm your toy. I'll do anything you want. Fuck me."
I was almost too stunned to do anything, but as I am of the male persuasion, I wasn't going to let an opportunity like this one go. I started leading her to the bedroom, but she paused by the kitchen and started to unbutton my shirt. So we began right there in the hallway.
Once I was stripped down to my boxers, she decided to guess at what I wanted first. "Should I get on my knees for you? Do you want me to suck your dick?"
By this time, my confidence had skyrocketed, so I began playing along in her erotic game. "Yes you should get on your knees, but no you should not start sucking. Just open your mouth and let me control you." I wasn't sure if I really was going to get what I wanted, so I decided to test the waters with something that she had strictly forbidden in the past. Never before was I allowed to "mouth fuck" her, but today was different. The deeper I rammed my throbbing cock down her throat, the more desperately she would moan. It wasn't until I was forcing her lips against my pelvis and holding her there did she protest at all.
"I have no problem with you fucking my face like that, but if you're going to could you at least let me breathe every now and then?" She asked me, looking up at me with watery eyes from being forced down on my shaft.
"I suppose I could let you do that." I smiled at her deviously and continued having my way with her soft, warm lips and tongue.
I knew that if I didn't stop myself soon, I would just keep pounding away at her throat until I came. So I pulled her up to me, cupped my hands below her perfect ass, and carried her off to the bedroom. Once there, I lost my boxers, and made absolutely sure that she left every article of clothing on. There was no way that I was going to have her taking off the sexiest outfit I had ever seen now, just before it got good.
"I want you to get on your hands and knees, doggy style, for me; but keep your legs together. I think it's time to try a new position." I ordered.
