Do you want me to take advantage of you?
Yes ma'am.
Do you want me to hurt you?
[He hesitates.]
...yes ma'am.
On your knees, then.
[He falls to his knees, his eyes veiled with desperation.]
Look down.
Okay.
Yes ma'am.
Yes ma'am.
[She takes a sip of wine. Stands up, setting her glass on the side table. Her satin robe opens slightly as the deep plum-colored fabric makes waves with each movement.]
[She steps toward the boy...barely a college freshman, he was clearly nervous.]
[She runs her fingers through his hair in one swift motion...forehead to crown.]
[He takes a deep breath. He doesn't move.]
Please.
Please what?
[He is silent.]
[She circles him one complete turn, before standing in front of him again. She opens her robe completely and lets it fall to ground.]
[He takes a deep breath. He doesn't move.]
[She runs her fingers through his hair again. One. Swift. Motion.]
[She trails the tips of her fingers behind his ear, along his jawline, and under his chin.]
[He looks up.]
[Her breasts are exposed. A black lacy panty hugs her hips and covers her secret place.]
[He takes a deep breath. He doesn't move.]
Please.
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Suck.
[He takes her finger between his lips and circles the tip with his tongue. She pushes her finger in further. He sucks harder, closing his lips tighter.]
[She takes her finger out, glistening with fresh saliva.]
[She leans back and puts her hand in her black lacy panty and slides the wet finger in her secret place.]
[He takes a deep breath. He doesn't move.]
[She opens her legs slightly more. Her sight makes the young boy tremble. But her sound makes the young boy hard.]
[The sole of her left foot rests on his right shoulder, while her right foot is on the ground. Her left hand grips the leash as her right hand moves furiously around her secret place.]
Please.
[His hardness makes him breathe harder, though he dares not move.]
[She pulls the leash and lays her head on the back of the couch. Her eyes close as she lets out a loud, breathy moan and her hand slips out her secret place.]
[She leans forward, her eyes piercing through his familiar veil of desperation.]
Suck.
[He takes her finger between his lips...]
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[Leaning her head back and draping her arms over the arm of the sofa, she takes the leash between her teeth.]
[He, on all fours and his torso between her knees, awaits her instructions.]
[She lets the leash fall from her mouth and over her shoulder.]
Undress me.
Yes ma'am.
But do not touch me.
Yes ma'am.
[He takes the black lacy panty in between the tips of his fingernails. He slides them over her buttocks, down her thighs, over her knees and past her ankles. He lets them fall to the floor in front of the sofa.]
[He gets back on all fours.]
[She runs her fingertips over his lips...top, then bottom, then top again.]
Are you hungry?
Yes ma'am.
Would you like something to eat?
Yes ma'am.
Shall I feed you?
Yes ma'am.
[She sticks a finger in her secret place, then back out. She runs the finger over his lips...top, then bottom, then top again.]
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Good boy.
[She takes his hair in her hand and grips it hard.]
[His mouth full, he lets out a loud moan. The sound sends vibrations to her secret place and makes her thighs tremble harder.]
[He digs his fingers into her hips and sticks his tongue in and out. The taste makes his mouth water and sends a trail of saliva down the curve of her buttocks.]
[He moans. Her thighs tremble.]