Phil, a tall man with sandy blonde hair, blue eyes and a build like a wrestler, had been chasing Amy for weeks. The platinum blonde with the Barbie doll figure with a creamy complexion, and jade green eyes was used to being pursued, but Phil had been more persistent than most. Amy finally relented and he followed her home from work one night. She led him to her second floor apartment, opened the door, and told him to sit on the sofa while she changed clothes. Phil sat down and waited with the anticipation of a dog in heat ready to hump Amy as soon as she came back into the room.
When she did return, Phil was surprised to see that she wore a black leather thong, black leather halter top and black spiked heeled boots. Around her neck was a black velvet choker with a small diamond drop that hung precariously from a small strip of velvet from the choker itself. She moved slowly in front of him first one way then the next to give him a full view of her body encased in leather.
"So you want to fuck me," she said almost cat like.
Phil's mouth dropped just as his cock went hard.
"Being fucked is really all I want to do," she added fingering the diamond on her choker.
Phil immediately unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans down just enough to expose his erect cock. It would have been easy to pull her to him and take her at that moment right on the sofa, but Amy had other plans.
"Don't touch your cock baby. Not until I tell you. There are rules on how this game is played. They're my rules and they are the only rules," she pointed a long slender finger at him.
Phil ran his tongue over his dry lips and dropped his hands to his side.
"That's better," Amy nodded her approval. "Now let me show you what you're going to get......if you do as I say."
She turned her back to Phil and leaned over with the black leather strip that drew through her pussy so tight that the lips of her femininity slid over the sides of it and up the crevice of her ass to the band that held it in place. She held her legs with her arms exposing all of it for him to see.
"Do you like it?" she asked.
Phil took a deep breath and let it out slowly and deliberately, "Oh yea," he finally managed to say.
Pleased Amy stood up and turned to face him then drew a hand to her pussy, wet her fingers with her juices and brought them to Phil's lips.
"Do you want to lick my fingers," she whispered.
Phil stuck out his tongue to lick the fragrant musky juice, but she pulled them away.
"Now Phil, before you can have any of my goodies, you need to ask permission," she said shaking her wet finger at him.
"What am I supposed to say?" Phil grunted.
Amy stood up and put her juice soaked fingers in her mouth deciding to lick them herself.
"You must say Mistress may I lick your fingers?"
"And what if I don't want to?" Phil argued.
"Then you don't get any Phil," Amy said walking away from him.
Phil swallowed hard. He had waited for this, wanted it more than anything, and now he would do anything to get it.
"Mistress may I lick your fingers?" he asked with his voice cracking.
Amy spun around and smiled broadly.
"Why of course my darling," she said sliding her fingers into her pussy again to wet them then slipping them into his mouth.
Phil licked the musky juice hungrily savoring each drop.
"Did it taste good?" Amy asked.
Phil hesitated for a moment, "Yes, Mistress."
"You learn quickly," Amy said as she straddled him with her knees on the sofa and her pussy mere inches from his mouth.
"Do you want more?" she asked.
Phil could feel the heat of her body, the sensual swelling of her pussy lips that protruded over the G-string and the slight dribble of her juices sliding down the inside of her thighs.
"And what do who we say?" Amy asked rubbing her pussy mound into his face.
"Mistress may I taste your pussy?"
"That's a good boy. Yes, you may," she said smiling down at him.
Phil went to use his hand to pull the G-string to the side, but Amy slapped his hand away.
"You cannot use your hands. You must use your teeth," she said firmly.
