W and I began to play more frequently after I moved into the same town as her (mere happenstance) . She would finish work 1 night per week and come over. We played as though we were young kids. I would ravage her in every square inch of my small loft. Her clothes would be off within 2 minutes of entering the door. Our lips locked into an embrace. Picking her up, placing her on the counter, and spreading her legs around my body as I devoured her. We were hungry for one another, it was beyond anything, either one of us could comprehend. Our passion was intense...our physical acrobatics were challenging yet rewarding. She let me do whatever the fuck I wanted and I soaked in every damn second of it!
Our work nights were filled with late night texts. Long strings of word roller coasters, floating down the screen. I was hooked, and so was she. I couldn't wait to text her, but I was needing her more physically as well as mentally. We both needed that control, just on different ends of the spectrum.
Grabbing her head and moving in to taste her lips was intoxicating when we would see one another. Pushing her to her knees and ordering her to take it out. Her eyes glued to me as she began to reach for the belt, and with a grin I tell her that she is not to use her hands. The look of shock, followed by pure ecstatic satisfaction appeared on her gorgeous face. Her mind starting to work on how to solve this problem. She begins to try to remove my belt with no hands. Her mouth was the first attempt and it worked somewhat effectively. She eventually realized she would have to enlist the help of her beautiful feet to be successful. A task that normally should take seconds...turned into minutes as she methodically loosened, pulled, twisted and unclasped my leather belt. And just like that it came undone. My kitten was so proud of herself, as was I. But she still had to take it out to suck. Gritting the zipper she pulled it down. Next was how was she to unbutton my jeans. This took her far longer and lots of patience but she managed to complete it. Pulling the fabric of my jeans with her teeth, she lowered them to the ground as I stood and stepped out of them. Next, a more easier task was the removal of my underwear. One she did with relative ease compared to the previous stages.
She would begin to lick and suck gently on my cock. But I was clear from the very beginning that I will train her to be my perfect cock sucker. She accepted quickly and nearly came from the words alone. My Sub was directed in how to service me properly. A hand on her head directing and guiding. My whispered words in her ear controlling the movements of her lips and tongue.
I could easily tell she was enjoying herself immensely. That made 2 of us! We fucked hard in every position imaginable. Some, if it hadn't been for sex I would have never dared attempt them in the first place! We had to re-hydrate often as she was a squirter and multiple cummer. It was amazing...very wet...but amazing. I would bend her over in front of me, pulling her outstretched arms behind her and just piston inside of her with reckless abandon. A hand around each elbow to gain a better grip and pound into her with more force.
