Its Friday evening...and i return from work to find You waiting impatiently...things have kept me late...and they encroached on Your time..
You grab me as i step through the door and kiss me deeply...
"you're late" You tell me as my back is pushed up against the wall.
I try to apologize...but You've already forgotten. Your eyes are a mixture of evil and lust.
The slightest touch of Your hand on my shoulder causes me to kneel...Your other hand sliding Your silk robe aside and revealing Your thick cock.
"Suck it Baby," You say in the complex tone of a desire and demand.
My lips wrap around the head instinctively..head bobbing slowly up and down its length...knowing You love to watch as much as i love to perform. I feel Your fingers in my hair as i worship Your beautiful toy...lapping nastily...Your gaze fixed upon me.
You pull me to my feet after You've had Your fill of my sucking and fondling. "Into the bedroom and strip bitch."
I disappear quickly and remove my suit and boxer briefs. You wait until i'm done...then throw some items on the bed. "Put them on. We're going out."
The leather pants....harness....collar and cock strap glisten on the bed. I feel Your hand behind me on my shoulder...and hear Your whisper "I don't care what You do during the day...but when You return...You are all Mine...for me to love...use...torment...and take endless pleasure from."
The leather secures itself to my body...and my heart beats faster...knowing that You are in a mood tonight to be satisfied and wild.
After You slide into some of Your nastiest fetish wear...W/we get into the car and You tell me to drive...i have an idea where W/we are going...but i keep quiet until W/we pull up in front of a relatively quiet commercial building downtown.
The only giveaway is the line of sexy women waiting to be let in. You've made arrangements for a VIP room...so the shirtless bouncer leads us both past the line...causing a few frustrated insults to emerge from the group of waiting ladies. You just smile and strut in with me behind You...basking in the irritated looks and comments.
The bouncer leads W/us to a room that is nearly circular..with mirrors on every wall and a big soft velvet couch that W/we slide onto. You have me hand the bouncer a twenty....then You stroke a hand up and down his crotch...smiling at what You find.
"Maybe he'll dance for U/us later baby," You purr into my ear as he leaves.
A waiter wearing some tiny skin tight shorts enters and pours U/us both some champagne...then the music starts as he too disappears.
A curtain opens and You gasp at what comes out of it. The bald black stud is a work of muscular art. He's well over 230 lbs and rippling everywhere. The thought comes to mind that if You tried to tickle him...it wouldn't work because there aren't any soft spots.
He starts to churn before You...his red gstring so full and stretched that it looks like it will burst. I watch Your entranced gaze as Your eyes drink him in. You will not be denied tonight. I can tell that just from Your eyes.
The muscles sway and writhe sensuously before You. He slides close...then backs away...turning his back to You...bending...then facing You and running a hand down between his legs...
You purr and smile with each tease of his body. Then he takes Your hand and places it against the silky fabric...and Your sounds turn into a moan.
"God Baby," You utter breathlessly...either to me or him or no one at all.
