His frustration with work had increased to an almost physical level now. He needed the release that he craved, to break free and release the frustration. He texted his toy and told her where to be and when. She replied instantly that she would be there.
This wasn't the first, second or even third time of their meeting. They had begun chatting online months ago and found so many things in common but circumstances kept them apart for now except on brief occasions. She was his toy, his submissive little plaything and he loved her for it. He could depend on her to be there for him when he desperately needed it. She would come at his call and obey his every whim. He cared for her and when she needed someone to call on he was there for her.
Fifteen minutes until his lunch break and he got the text he had been waiting for. She was sat outside his house in her car, dressed as he had demanded those many months ago already teasing herself but not allowing herself to climax until she had his permission.
Nick left work and hurried home, as he approached his front door she got out of the car and demurely stood by the door waiting.
Without a word Nick unlocked the door and led her inside locking the door behind them both. He led her to centre of the front room and made her stand there whilst he checked her over again. Heels, short skirt (his fingers traced up the outside of her thighs lifting the dress to check she was panty free like he prefered for these occasions), blouse and the red bra that framed her gorgeous full breasts. His fingers, trembling with anticipation, gently stroked her shoulder length dark hair to oneside as he leaned in, his warm breath on her neck before he kissed her just under her ear.
His hands reached round round and lifted her skirt and she stood leaning back against him slightly. His fingers found the wetness of her slit and danced over her clit making her legs shake. His kisses descended down her neck until finally the frustration took over and he bit down, hard enough to satisfy his anger but not enough to draw blood.
He dragged her across the room, grabbing the cuffs from the drawer in the coffee table he bound her arms behind her back and shoved her down on the sofa dropping to his knees in front of her, wrenching her legs wide apart as she gasped.
Hurriedly he kissed and bit his way up the insides of her shaking thighs and closed his mouth over her cunt. His tongue flickered inside of her making her writhe on the sofa under the constant pressure. Her breathing speading up, her trembling telling him she was close. He pulled back.
Standing he stripped his suit pants off, boxers, shoes and socks all in one motion. He moved forwards and straddled her chest. Feverishly pulling her blouse open and unhooking the bra from it's front clasp he grabbed handfuls of her amazing tits and wrapped them around his throbbing cock. Craning her neck his fucktoy was able to wrap her lips around the tip of his cock as he slowly fucked her tits.
This was taking too long and he needed something harder. Shuffling forwards he grabbed a handful of her hair and rammed his cock down her throat feeling her choke and gag. Gripping her head he furiously fucked her face, feeling his cock swelling and pulsing as he looked down at her big eyes he exploded, filling her mouth with his cum watching her desperately swallowing as he tried to fuck his cum down her throat.
