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So when you're ready, take a deep breath, just hold
it for a moment, let it go with the sigh,
releasing all the tension and stress of the week. For
the next thirty minutes or so, it's just you and
my voice. This is your time, your time to relax,
your time to indulge your sensual desires. Now. I know
you've been a little naughty recently, and I've ignored it
until now. But to night, I think it's time to
bring you back into line, to remind you who the
dominant really is between us. It wasn't often that Michaela
could see John in full business flow, but to night,
at this party, she could see how easily he worked
the room. He looked the picture of authoritative dominance, his
voice a seductive song that reminded her just how he
had become so successful, full of energy. Even as the
party drifted into the early hours. Like others who had
left her, John somehow maintained that melt yor Panty's charisma
until gone two am, as always the last to leave.
It was gone three am when they walked across the
park toward Michayla's apartment. Given how possessively he squeezed her hand,
how his chest protruded full of pride, the energy from
the party was obviously still coursing through his veins. He
was so damn sexy when he was like this. Many
times he had come to Michaela's apartment after a successful meeting,
and he just dripped at more sexual magnetism. They'd fucked
right there on the floor, just inside her main door.
Feeding off his energy. Michayla danced in front of him playfully,
even in heels in a maxi skirt, she managed to
move around him gracefully, her hand caressing his firm chest,
down the flat plane of his stomach, and squeezing his
beautiful erection through his pants. She had a sudden urge
to show him just how sexy she found him when
he was like this. Let's stop a minute, enjoy the
night air, she suggested, pointing to a bench, squeezing his
hard caught through his pants so there was no doubt
of her intentions. He leaned in to kiss her gently,
at first almost teasingly, and the more needy, with more passion,
more hunger, as she continued to stroke his erection with
the pad of her thumb. You do remember we've just
agreed a contract with the Mayor's office. If I'm cale
fucking you on a park bench now, that might just
be in jeopardy, he growled, lust dripping from every sound.
Come on, where's sense of adventure? Anyone else out at
this time is either too drunk or two stone to notice?
She giggled playfully. Grasping his cock firmly, she led him
to the bench, the palm of her hands pushing firmly
against his tight chest, forcing his unresisting body back onto
the bench. Placing her black, patented high heel firmly on
the bench between his thighs, she teasingly drew her skirt
up her leg with her fingertips, tracing a slow and
sensuous line of the silky material of her stockings. I
know how much you like it when I wear these.
Even in the light of the street lamp, Michaela could
see his eyes widen with desire at the sight of
her stocking top. Continuing the motion of her fingers, she
caressed the line of her bikini panties with a solitary fingertip,
moaning gently as her fingernail circled her clit through the
lacy material. The voracious heat in her pussy bulsing with desire,
mixed with the cold night air, emphasizing that fire burning
between the folds of her pussy. Holding his gaze, Michaela
eased her finger inside her panties, caressing her white lips,
gasping gently as she slid it inside, thrusting it in
and out slowly. She could feel the desire building within her,
her own pleasure dripping down her thighs. Sliding her finger out,
teazing it across her blush, pink lips, her hungry gaze
never leaving his, she teased up and down its length
with the tip of her tongue. Looking intensely into his
deep blue eyes, she whispered, I want your cock in
all of me. Moving her finger between his lips, she said,
taste how much I want you? John. The passion between
them crackled in the air as he sucked her finger
between his teeth, biting along it gently, the hint of
pain sending shock ways through Mikayla's body. For a moment,
the rest of the world vanished. The fire of lust
between them was all consuming. A force cough behind them
shattered the moment into a thousand pieces. Do you two
want to get home? Unless you want me to assume
there's money involved and I have to take you in
Giggling nervously, Michaela grabbed John's hand and they ran across
the park, away from the cop headed to her apartment,
her heart pounding as they ascended the stairs. Fumbling in
her purse, she eventually found her keys, and, after several
failed attempts, managed to get a key into the keyhole.
Falling through the door, John leaned against the wall, where
Michaelis stumbled on her heels. Rebalancing herself. Mckanlea placed her
head on his chest, feeling the soft beating of his heart.
How the hell was he so calm? We could have
been arrested down there? She could feel her own heart
trying to escape her chest, pressing the lights, which the
open planned living area was briefly illuminated, before a crack
from one of the bulbs crashed them back into darkness.
That fucking pop again, she cursed, you, find the floor
lamp Hunging to grab some water from the fridge, Placing
her purse on the pool table that still dominated the
sitting area, despite numerous requests for a landlord to remove it,
Michaela walked to the kitchen area, the light of the
fridge illuminating her face as she retrieved two bottles of
water before returning the room still dark. Has that gone
as well? She sighed, Noticing the window open, she cursed
herself for leaving it like that before she went out
on such a chilly night, moving over to close it.
Leave it, John commanded, his voice suddenly dark and dominant,
his resonant tones making Michaela obey without thinking, sending waves
of pleasure to her already wet pussy. Maybe it was
the moonlight streaming through the window, but as she looked
at him, it seemed like his face had changed somehow.
He was more serious, more stern, more assertive. Standing still,
A whimper escaped Michaela's lips. Without thinking, she whispered, yes, sir,
okay kidden. I feel the need for something more dominant tonight.
I need to relae some of this pent up energy.
I want you to show me all that beautiful lingerie
you put on for me tonight. I want you to
strip for me slowly. Yeah, yes, sir, But before you start,
I think some music is in order, John said, abruptly.
Taking the remote control from the side table next to
the chair, he pressed a button, bringing life to the
bluetooth speakers, loving and elevator echoed around the room slowly.
Mikayla started swaying her hips. Self conscious, not quite sure
what she was meant to do, she tried letting herself
just move to the music. One by one, she moved
her fingers through the buttons of her shirt, easing it open,
exposing the pink bow between her breast that adorned her
black lacy bra, watching John's face for a moment as
her fingertips glided back up her stomach, his hand rubbing
firmly at the erect length in his pants as he
moaned low and resonant, noticeting his arousal, Michaela started moving
with more purpose, knowing how much this was turning him on.
Fjord her own lust. Moving into the moonlight that John
might have a better view, she caressed one finger along
the lace rim of her bra, the cold air of
the night already peeking her nipples. As a finger caressed one,
she felt a warm shiver, moving from head to toe
with erotic pleasure. The aching butt of her nipple swollen
against the silky material of a bra and with desire
as she rolled it between finger and thumb unbidden, she
moaned with longing with lust, the heat between her thighs
inflaming every salacious image she had ever had. She watched
this masterful, dominant man sat in the shadows of the night,
stroking his hard cock. Knowing she was turning him on
that much, he wanted her that much, Her fingers traced
a line along her brass traps. Teasingly. She turned her
back to John, sliding the strap over the curve of
her shoulder. His unseen moments of pleasure the sign that
he was enjoying the show. The rhythm of the music
burning through her, her knees dipping in perfect time, her
hips gyrating to every drum beat. Somehow, the sounds vibrating
through her body were letting her loose all her inhibitions
and self consciousness. Moving her hand to her other bra strap,
she loosened it over her shoulder, the bra seemingly only
held up by her erect nipples. Moving one hand across
her back, she released the clasps while the other hand
cupped both of her breasts, turning swiftly to face John again,
moving both hands over her aching tits, rubbing them through
the soft material of her loosened braw her hips moving
as if she had John deep inside of her, already,
her pussy throbbing for that very thing, wanting to feel
the girth of his hard stretching the lips of her
pussy as she rowed him without mercy, letting her brow
drop to the floor, the palms of her eyes, massaging
her nipples in broad circles, spreading the swirling desire that
ached in her core through her whole body, Sliding her
hands down over her stomach, her fingertips exploring the waistband
of her skirt, pushing one hand further, her fingertips investigating
the soft material of her panties that dripped with the
desire throbbing in her pussy, the heat of a wanton
need burning those fingertips. She involuntarily moaned loudly as her
now caught her clit, needing to feel John's hands on her,
to feel his hard cock thrusting between her wet folds.
Her ham moved to the side of her skirt, unfastening it,
letting it join her brow on the floor, Knowing that
John had always found stockings irresistible, hoping this would push
him over the edge and fill her pussy with the
heart on that she just knew was throbbing in his pants.
An avalanche of cold air flooded over her body from
the window, causing goosebumps to erupt from every inch of
her skin, trembled with cold and lust. Somehow, that chilly
air just made her pussy more aroused than ever, and
her body positively vibrated with animal lust. On the pool table,
he growled. Obediently. She sat on the pool table, thighs apart,
inviting wanting kneading lay back, he commanded, as he stood
moving around the table behind Michaelor. Grabbing both of her
hands as she lay on the soft velvet, he wrapped
his tie around them, securing them to the middle pocket
of the table, grunting with satisfaction as she felt the
silk of his tie pinch her wrists. Moving back around
between her thighs, he lifted her legs up onto the table.
His hands pushed firmly up the underside of her thighs,
his fingers caressing the curves of her ass as they
slided inside her aunties. You won't be needing these, he whispered,
as his fingers grasped the waistband, yanking her panties harshly
down her legs. A shock of cold air slapped her
hot dripping folds hard, forcing a groan up through her
whole body. Moving back around the table once more, he whispered,
close your eyes. Submissively, Mikaela closed her eyes. The sound
of immoving material filled her with curiosity, before she felt
a tied plait of silk and material wrapped around her head, unfastened, tied,
making sure her eyes stayed shut even if she wanted
to open them. The smell of her desire filled her
nostrils as she felt warm drops sliding down her cheeks
from whatever was wrapped around her head. Of His breath
caressed her ears as he whispered, can you smell your
desire on your panties? I can smell it from here
that you just have to be able to being that
they're wrapped around your head. Now wait here, he smirked.
She could hear his grin at his own dark humor.
Where else was she going to go? As the sounds
of him moving across the wooden floor dimmed, she suddenly
felt very exposed, a sensation only accentuated by the cold
night air kissing every inch of her body. The contrast
between the heat and her core, and the cold on
her skin only served to send electricity through every nerve
in her body. In the distance, she could hear a
distant click from the bedroom. She guessed, given the situation,
that he would be in her toy box, but damn,
she had all sorts of paraphernalia in there. He could
be getting anything. His footsteps had a leaden sound to
them as he returned ominous, almost pushing her thighs apart.
She could hear what sounded like his belt being released
as he positioned himself in front of a throbbing pussy,
a brief wush send, and then what she presumed was
its pants hitting the floor as the cold air against
his perfect little clit of yours is question full of menace.
Not waiting for her response, he pinched it viciously, pulling
it hard from her pussy. She screamed in shock as
much as pain before he released it, and as the
sting of the initial pinch subsided her knub burnt hot
with an after glow of delicious pleasure, throbbing with need,
Gently but firmly, he caressed it. Her legs pushed at
the edge of the pool table, thrusting her pussy up
in wanton need inviting, longing to be funked. Please, sir,
I need you, she begged, desperation dripping from every word.
Ignoring her, please, he pushed her thighs apart roughly, Keep
them there, rock coughin to the end pockets and they're
a long way away. A gentle caress of thin leather
straps over her nipples sent aches of anticipation tingling straight
to her clit. As they dragged down her body slowly,
she writhed in painful pleasure, moaning loudly as they fell
along her clit, teasing the folds of her pussy. You
were a bad kitten tonight. That cop almost arrested us,
he said, with dark presence. How bad were you? Do
you think? On a scale of one to ten? She
knew this game. They played it before. Three, sir, she whispered,
just three you could have cost me that contract. I
think you are much naughtier than that. Try again, the
undertones in his voice ominous with dark lust. Seven, sir,
she ventured, Oh, I think at least nine, and you
know what to do. Count the strokes. If you lose
your place, we start again. The first lash of the
small flogger against her clip came immediately and caught her
off guard. It stinged, radiating through her body as she
cried in pain as he dragged the leather straps through
the folds of her throbbing pussy. She moaned loudly as
a sudden wave of warm pleasure spilled over her body.
What she said, holding her breath to brace for the
next lashing after what fell like forever, the strands of
the leather flogger just kissed her thighs gently as he said,
you know better than that, kitten. No holding your breath,
Oh wait, releasing her breath with a sigh. The second
lash came hard and fast, right against her throbbing clit,
the brutal kiss of the leathers sending her desire into overdrive.
The soft caress as they drifted over her aching lips afterwards,
only accentuating that desire. Two, she said, focusing on counting.
The next three lashes came fast and hard, with no
caress in between her clit pulse with the sensations of
the merciless flogging. Three, four, five, she whispered, her body
trembling with need, and then quiet, not a sound, No
flogs no commands, just an empty, desolate silence, until somewhere
on the edge of her head a gentle buzzing sound.
That's up the anti Shall we see if you can
keep count now at dark grin returning to his voice
as he thrust the vibratesor into a wet pussy, her
lips sucking hungrily at it. Don't come yet, not until
I say you can. If you come, we start over again.
Ominous humor spread through every word. Michaela focused on controlling
the sensations that were swamping her body. Every nerve, every cell,
every fiber of her body screamed, her knee to orgasm.
The next lash hit hard on her clip, catching a
stretched pussy lips in just a way to cause her
pelvis to lift, moving the vibrator deep inside. Fack oh
numbers this her mind panicking, grasping for a tendril for
the last few moments of her life. Six She guessed,
almost relieved when and the next slash hit without warning,
causing her hips to buck wildly again. Seven She gasped,
her orgasm swelling through her body, desperate for release, her
pussy clutching hard at the vibrator, her need to be fucked,
overcoming any sense of reality, every sensation of the vibrator
sending pangs of pleasure through her whole body. Moaning loudly,
she didn't know how much longer she could control her orgasm,
her mind sinking quickly into a whirlpool of confusion and lust.
Another thrash of the flog as sending shockwaves through her body,
her fingers grasping at the silk tie securing her to
the pool table, grasping to keep any remnants of control
she had over her body. Eight, trying to withhold the
moments that screamed within her. Sliding the vibrator out of
her pussy, she had a moment's relaxation before he slid
it up her clip that burned with sensitivity from the flogging,
holding the very tip of it against her knub. Another
lash against the aching lips of her pussy. Oh fuck,
she cried. Nine, her orgasm a wildfire through her body.
Pulling her legs down, he thrust hard inside her, holding
the vibrator against her clit. Every thrust of his hard
cock pushed with beautiful precision into her pussy, her throbbing
lips sucking hungrily at his length as she felt his
body tensing, his moans becoming growled as he swelled inside
of her. Come for me, now, kitten, Come around my cock,
he moaned, exploding inside of her. Her body shuddered in
pleasure as her orgasm sparled up her body before the
avalanche of pleasure flooded down and exploded right there on
her aching clit. So gently he kissed her lips, keeping
his steel throbbing cock inside her, Sliding the makeshift blindfold
of her eyes. Listening his tie from around her wrists,
she sank back into his eyes, gentle gigas of pleasure
dropping from her lips as she felt her body convulsing
in satisfaction, his fingers gently moving her hair from her
face as he kissed her forehead tenderly. Guess that will
teach you before you're a naughty again, kitten, he said,
before kissing her deeply, pulling her tight against him. They've
shared waves of pleasure trembling through them. Well, I hope
that little story has warmed you up beautifully and got
those lace panties if yours tingling with anticipation. Now, next
week we're going to be doing something a little new,
and enemy's to love a story, so you can expect
some wild fucking next Sunday, won't we get wild in
bed all over again? But until then, and always your
pleasure in mind, This is Devil in Wild, wishing you
salacious dreams.