We're at dinner. It's dimly lit, the food was delicious and light, the wine an excellent choice. I'm satisfied and humming. We had talked about it, what it would be like to satisfy each other. We're both happily married, but this had been 10 years coming. 10 years of working together, of mutual respect and admiration, and of sexual tension. 10 years of wondering what it would be like to have your hands on me, touching me, owning me. And now it's here. The tension is thick, my body is ready, tensing and tingling with anticipation. I can feel your eyes on me. Bright and blue under your horn-rimmed glasses, your broad face steeled in my direction. I think quickly about your mouth between my legs, under the table, right here. Right now. I blush just thinking about it. You are too far away to touch me, but I know you are looking at my cleavage. Thick and rich in my conservative but sexy black lace dress. I know you're wondering what I have on under the dress -- and about spilling my enormous breasts into your mouth. I smile at the thought of you slowly unwrapping me... like a watch you've been pining over. I can feel your anticipation as your eyes dart from me to the waiter, in just a bit of a hurry to get me where you want me. You pay, thanking the server and we stand.
"Let me," you say, and come around to pull my chair back.
You watch as I peel myself off the chair, dress sliding from the top of my thighs back into place, black stilettos and freshly painted toes now in clear view. At 6 feet tall, I literally have legs for days. All these gentlemanly gestures, it's all for show, I know what you really want. And I know you will take it from me. The thought of it makes my clit swell and my stomach clench.
"I need to use the girl's room," I say quietly.
"Ok, I'll walk with you," your huge, bear-like paw on the small of my back.
Telling the other men nearby that took notice when I stood up -- this is mine -- and guiding me firmly into a hallway.
"But this isn't the..." before I can finish you have a fistful of my hair in your hand and my back against the wall.
I can feel the weight of you pushing into my pelvis, pinning me down. My breath catches, this is what I want, this is what I need. I start to drip, my slit wet with anticipation. I let out a small gasp and my hands go to your dense chest. I can feel your hair, thick and full, through the shirt. The thought of rubbing my hands through it sends blood rushing between my legs. My knees are weak, but I am determined not to show you how much I love this, how I ache for it.
"Stop teasing me. I want it. Give it to me," you growl in my ear.
Your hot breath makes my thighs tighten and I want to pull my skirt up right there and take you inside of me that second. But I know you love the chase. Instead, I push slightly on your bear chest, making you lean in even more aggressively and raise my chin an inch, eye to eye with you, look into your now stormy blues and say very calmly, "No." But you know this game, and my rebuttal gets you immediately hard, you decided long ago you wanted to dominate me, and I'm playing right into it, you will have what you want. You can sense me quivering under you. My breath is short, my pelvis betraying me by slightly grinding into the swelling in your pants. I ache for just a brush of your hand, a touch, anything, my clit is pounding for it. The hand holding my hair gives way and circles my throat. I let out a small whimper at your blatant dominance. Your other hand cups my breast, circling my nipple, feeling it harden at your touch. You tweak it softly and it sends shockwaves to my pussy. My eyes close as I enjoy the intensity of your touch, anticipating what you'll do next. You move a leg between mine and I lean my hot slit over your thick, muscular thigh and sink down slightly to apply the sweet pressure. You crack a sly smile. You know I'm yours, and you will take it. Someone walks by the end of the hallway and you abruptly release me, grabbing my wrist. Hard enough that you are in control. I am yours now. Without a word we walk to the elevator, I have to walk quickly to keep up in my heels. As we wait in silence, my mind is spinning -- are we really going to do this? My heart is pounding so loud I'm sure everyone in the hotel lobby can hear it. We get on the elevator, you still holding firm, sensing my anticipation and the real possibility I might still run. Slowly, you turn your head to me. Your usual wide, frat boy smile is a straight line. Your serious nature sends shockwaves to my pussy, just thinking about what you will do to me. It is clear you are a man with a mission, to conquer me. Before I have time to move, we are in a blur of a hallway, and you deftly open the door with one hand, then pull me, more roughly now, into the room. It's dark, but the curtains are open and the lights from the city below are enough. You again grab my hair, harder this time and I am back up against the wall. Your hot mouth is on mine. I taste you for the first time, a combination of whiskey, cigarettes, and unquenched desire. My legs are weak, I have to lean on you to stand up, my clit is on fire, my ass cheeks tight. I want your hands on my body. I want to touch you, it's been such a long time coming, I want my skin on yours. I start to unbutton your shirt, your hands are in my hair, on my breasts, cupping my ass, holding my waist. Suddenly you pull away. Abruptly, too abruptly. Your shirt is open but I am fully dressed. My body needs more. I am wet, I can feel the dampness of my lace panties and my swollen clit is too hot. I want it now. You take a step back and then grab more hair, I let out a whimper as you use it to bring my chin up. It hurts now, making my ass clench and I think about your hands on my ass, dominating me. But you have something else in mind. With my chin up, you lean in and bite my year, making me yelp in pain, sending my clit fluttering. I am on fire.
"On your knees," you demand.
I make eye contact and my stomach clenches, you are an animal ready to pounce. I resist slightly.
"Do it," you command, squeezing the back of my head, the pain driving me to my knees.
I see it, your rock-hard throbbing cock in your pants. With a practiced hand you unbuckle and pull it out. The tip hits me in the face and I feel my nipples harden. I look at your beautiful cock, then up at you with big brown doe-eyes. I am hungry for you. To taste you. You guide my head down onto your shaft using my hair, controlling every stroke. I grab your balls and tug them slightly while you shove my open throat onto your throbbing dick. I feel it get rock hard in my mouth. Your sounds of pleasure make my slit drip and make me work harder to please you.
"Fuck yes, suck that cock."
I am worshiping it, worshiping you. You have me exactly where you want me. I look up with tears in my eyes as your whole cock fills the back of my throat. Abruptly, you stop and pull me up. You slam your body into mine, your hot mouth on mine again, harder this time, your hands and body pinning me against the wall. My pussy, wet and hungry for you, searches for your cock, I was to sit on it now, take it all in. But you have other ideas. You kiss down my neck, hands on my breasts, I run my fingers through the soft, dark hair on your chest.
"Turn around, hands on the wall," you command.
My breath catches with excitement. As I turn you kick off your clothes and slowly unzip my dress. Your teeth come down on my skin, at the tender base of my neck, the shock and pain making me pant and intensifying the wetness between my legs. I step out of the dress, heels still on, facing the wall. You are clearly happy with the black lace bra and panty set, you let out a moan as you see for the first time your trophy. Your hands are on me, on my waist, my back, unhooking my bra, sending my enormous breasts spilling into your hands, and taking my nipples between your fingers. You twist and I immediately push my ass out to meet your still-glistening dick. Your hands are on my ass cheeks, spreading them and leaning into me. I can feel your cock on my skin, still wet from my throat. The apprehension of what you will do next makes me pant. You still haven't touched my pussy and my clit is burning for you. I want you to fuck me, but I also want to please you, and make you wait, so I push my ass back onto your dick as hard as I can. You reach down and grab my breasts with one hand and a handful of hair with another. It's too much for me. My knees go weak, my panties are dripping, I need you to touch me.
