It was a Friday night when I had asked you to come over for dinner and drinks.
"If you're a good boy I might release you from your cage," I had said.
It was an unexpected call, but you had instantly become excited at the thought that I might release you and let you, finally, cum. It had been seven long days since our last encounter. Without hesitation, you said, "Yes! What time?"
"Six pm and don't be late." I knew that
you were never one to be late ... ever.
I heard a knock at my door at precisely six. I opened the door, wearing a black tight bodycon dress, and there you stood, so handsome, wearing tight jeans and a black sports coat a beautiful bouquet of yellow flowers in one hand.
You kissed me and said, "Hi Eden, I've missed you."
I replied, "I bet you have," with a smirk. "How is my cock feeling?" I asked as I rubbed my hand along the front of your jeans.
"Eden, I need to feel your touch on my cock. It's aching for your attention."
I replied, "Patience, my love. Patience. Now follow me."
I led you to the dining room. We had dinner by candlelight, and you sat down at the table as we ate and had a few drinks. After you finished, I stood up.
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes, it was delicious," you had replied.
"What's for dessert?"
Slowly, I moved closer to your face and grabbed it and licked your lips, then bit your bottom lip just a little. I then proceeded to move the dishes in front of you, off to one side. I moved to face you, perched on the edge of the table while I lifted my dress and pulled my red silky panties to the side. "This is your dessert... now enjoy," I whispered.
Your eyes had grown big as you slid your tongue all around my pussy and sucked on my clit; then you had proceeded to tongue-fuck me, and it had felt so good. I'd started to moan while I massaged my breasts and my nipples had grown so hard. I'd grabbed you by your hair and gasped, "Don't stop." Your tongue was working magic on my wet pussy.
"Oh my god," I had moaned over and over. It felt incredible. I had then placed my fingers in your mouth and made you moisten them with your saliva; then your sweet digits had proceeded to play with my clit alongside your tongue.
I next wanted to lick your dick.
"Get up, now," I had told you as I slowly began to pull down your pants. Your dick was pressing hard against its steel cage. I got on my knees and started to lick the head and use my finger to rub the tip to slide your pre-cum all around; then I licked it up.
Helpless, you were moaning. I heard you repeating, like a mantra, "Eden, let me out, I beg you."
"Patience, my love," I had replied.
I started to suck on each of your balls while tugging on the cock cage.