4.
"Now, my dear, I think we can dispense with the hood, now I have had my little fun at your expense. Sister indeed, for goodness sake."
I move round in front of you, your arse is still pointing up in the air, your head now slumped back on the sofa seat. You are paler than I was expecting, normally I prefer dark skin but then pale skin shows marks so much better. My crotch is a little higher than your head and there is a distinct bulge in my favourite leather pants. I am sure there will be an embarrassing dry-cleaning bill to suffer after I am done with you.
I lift your head by the hair, taking a good grip so as not to pull any out and push my crotch into your face. Surprisingly your tongue exits your cherry red lips and begins to lick the leather straining over my cock. I try to keep the look of surprise off my face but it matters not as you cannot look that high from your position.
"i want you" Your first words for some time. "i want you inside me."
"I'm sorry, who were you talking to?" I sound cold, Nothing could be further from the truth.
"i want you, Sir."
"You want me to what?" I can't be doing with this romantic babble. A slut should be clear and explicit.
"i want you inside me, Sir."
"I'm sorry, I don't think all of me will fit in you my dear, what do you really want?"
"i want your.....you know....your thing... in me. Please Sir."
"My thing? Ah that. Very well."
I drop your head to the cushion and you almost bite your tongue, saliva drips off the end of it and dampens the seat fabric. I move round to the back of you again, rummaging in my bag laid by another chair. You cannot see behind you without lifting your backside off the sofa and that would declare your intention to cease the scene. Hopefully not something you wish yet.
You hear a rustle of clothing and a belt being undone behind and you gasp audibly. You feel the leather of my trouser legs on the back of your exposed thighs.
"Please, put in me, i can't bear it any longer."
You are approaching the state of arousal I need. With no warning you feel something intrude your body and shriek but quickly recover, your hands are writhing below the cuffs though showing your agitation. I thrust in and out but keep it slow and resist the urge to penetrate too deeply.
"Please, no, what is happening? That feels... oh my God what are you doing to me?"