"Meet me at the hotel room tonight, I need you."
Kristen hangs up the phone from Luke, nervously anticipating her evening. She never has taken such bold measures with a man, demanding and hungry like a wolf, and yet, no man has ever touched her deepest passions as this man does. When she tentatively voices them to him, to her delight, he is receptive. Her mind went crazy. Can this man truly give her what she craves?
In their daily walks, Luke is a powerful successful man, a man that his world stops to listen. In her world, Kristen is a quiet suburban mother, listened to as well, but only by young children. She desires control and respect nearly as strongly as he desires someone to take care of him. Someone to assume responsibility. Someone to relieve the pressure of always being in charge.
Kristen stands at the hotel doorway, knowing he waits inside for her. Nervously she knocks on the door. summoning her courage and remembering her fantasy, she role plays a little.
"Open the door now, or I'm going home."
Luke smiles to hear her little girl voice commanding him. He can almost hear the musical laughter that accompanies most of her speech, knowing that life in general makes her laugh and this in specific is such a change of pace for her that she must be exploding with joy.
As the door swings open, she suppresses a smile. He grins back at her and his eyes piercing hers in an involuntary attempt to wrestle control.
"Not tonight, Luke. Not tonight. Tonight I am in charge, not you. Take off everything and go over to the bed. Now or I will leave." Kristen utters these words with growing confidence. Her voice resonates firmly.
Standing with her feet firmly planted on the ground, Kristen watches him strip, as each removed article of clothing reveals a little more of his incredible physique. Wow. How she aches for him.
"Now. Lay on the bed. Do not move, Luke, or I will leave. I mean it."
Kristen sounds serious and firm, her first exercise in control, with the thrill growing by the minute.
He lays on the bed, his soft manhood slowly growing, creating a perpendicular line to his prone body.
"Eyes on me. Watch."
Kristen stands at the foot of the bed, her unclothed lover lying before her as she very deliberately removes each article of clothing. Pulling her shirt slowly over her head, she stands before him, her cleavage spilling out from the flimsy black bra cups attempting to hold her in place. Her thin waist is bound by a black corset, laced up the front to emphasize her curves. She slowly removes her skirt, inch by inch revealing a tiny black beaded thong with delicate black bows on each hip. Turning so her back faces him, she slowly unhooks her bra so that her breasts swing freely above her corset, Released from their temporary prison, Kristen sighs with delight. With her back facing her lover, she turns her head over her shoulder and again warns him, "Don't move."
Pirouetting around slowly, exposing her luscious breasts to him, she dangles the bra in her hands. Tossing it towards the bed, it lands on his knee. The lace from the bra tickles his knee and he begins to reach down to remove it. Kristen looks at him sternly, "This is your first warning. Do not move. You know what will happen if you do." As he struggles to remain still, the bra feels like it is burning a hole in his knee. He is increasingly aware of its presence. His skin tingles with desire.
As their eyes lock in concert, Kristen slowly pulls on the sides of her black thong, untying it as it falls to the floor in a puddle of forgotten encumbrance to their passion. Standing naked, save the corset, Kristen slowly lifts her left knee from the foot of the bed to the mattress, poised to crawl towards him. Lifting the other knee, she is at his feet, hands stretched forward, body lithely swaying with uncontrolled lust. She rocks on her knees, mimicking her desire to ride his hard cock, as she gazes lustfully on his eyes.
Luke lays there, willing himself to keep his hands at his sides, fighting the urge to take control of this beautiful sex kitten at the foot of his bed. He reminds himself how long they've waited to consummate this fantasy properly, and wants to fulfill it down to the last detail. He writhes impatiently, reminding himself that moving is going to ruin this delicious game if he does. His cock stands more firmly at attention and Kristen cannot help but observe how absolutely edible he looks. Licking her lips suggestively, she meets his stare, noticing the sweat forming on his upper lip as he struggles to follow her wishes for the evening.
She stops and notices her bra grazing his knee, knowing that the brush of fabric has got to be driving him crazy. Mercifully, she lifts it from his knee, but then runs the mesh and lace fabric slowly up his thigh, over his groin, lightly caressing his skin, until she finally tosses it behind her to the pile of discarded clothing at the foot of the bed.
Sliding up his body gracefully, she discovers his mouth within centimeters of hers. Looking at his lips she knows that this is the mouth that kisses her with raw passion so hungrily. She knows that he is fighting his strongest desires to stay still and not devour her with his mouth. Sitting on his chest, supporting her body with her strong legs, her steaming flower and lush behind skims his torso. Straddled above him, she asks him softly, "Would you like to taste me?"
Trembling, knowing that they have completely exchanged power for the evening, he only can nod.
In reply to his nod, Kristen runs her middle finger over her dripping slit, rising up slightly, to give him a glance. With her finger shining with her juices, she runs it under his nose, not quite touching his skin.
"Can you smell me, Luke?"
Again he nods.
"Would you like to taste me, Luke?"
Kristen completely absorbs her role as being in charge and is enjoying tempting and teasing him, knowing that at the end of the evening, they will have experienced something utterly new.
Kristen touches her finger to his quivering upper lip, feeding him her juices like an oasis in the desert. Running her finger over his lips she leans forward, her breasts swaying and grazing his chest as she does. Darting her tongue out she licks just his lips, sharing in her juices, savoring his lips, restraining herself to not devour him, knowing that once he kisses her, she will lose the control she's worked so hard to gain.
Lips straining to touch, Kristen quickly regains her slight loss of composure. Sticking her finger between his teeth, he licks her essence. Her eyes and his never break away and their eyes already have fucked a thousand times before their body parts even converge.
Sliding back down his torso a little, her backside teases his erect cock as her cheeks envelop his throbbing manhood straining to thrust between her legs. She continues to slide backward, her warm hot flower grazing the tip of his hard rod, tempting and teasing him with her heat. She slides down his legs, which he fights to hold still, until her mouth reaches his massive erection.
Slowly darting the tip of her tongue between her lips, Kristen licks all around the head, but nothing more. Her lover strains to thrust deeply into her throat, but she refuses to succumb to her desire to encase him with her mouth. Instead she tantalizes him slowly, just licking like an ice cream cone, savoring the rounded head of his cock.
"Do you want more, Luke?" Kristen inquires sweetly.
"Uh huh," a strangled reply emerges from his throat.
"I need you to demonstrate what you want. Show me what I should do with your mouth."
