Days in the life of a couple living by "Devotional Sex ".
"Tom?" Louise looked naughty as she walked seductively past him in her dress on her pantyhose. "Are you coming?" Without waiting for a response from Tom, she walked assuredly to the corridor, rocking her hips. She knew he was watching her. She had been seducing him all week with little gestures and ambiguous remarks. A few times casually stroked his crotch. With hopeful puppy dog eyes, he had looked at her inquiringly. She had played with him, lying every morning and evening in a "devotional cuddle", gently holding his cock. Slowly rising his eagerness. He ignorant of her fantasy soon to become reality. Now she had played with his desire long enough. He seemed ripe for it.
He watched as she slowly and sensuously walked past him. Her short dress showed off her beautiful legs. His heart racing like a wild animal in his chest. The anticipation was killing him. She had been his dream girl since the day they met. A petite blonde with a gentle touch and a fiery spirit that could melt his resolve faster than the sweet summer heat outside.
In the dimly lit corridor, she suddenly turned around to face him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Ow, look how eager you are," she said, her voice a soft purr that seemed to wrap around his cock, making it throb painfully. "Let me feel it." With a wicked smile, she reached for the zipper of his pants and tugged it down. She undid the button and slid his trousers and pants down over his buttocks in one fluid motion. His cock sprang out, hard, as if it had been waiting for this moment all along. "Good boy," she whispered, stroking it gently. She turned around again without letting go of his cock. She led the way towards their bedroom. Like a puppy on a string, he let her lead him, leading him the way with her hand on his cock.
"Now, take your clothes off and get on our bed." It was not a suggestion but a command, one that Tom obeyed without question. He stripped off his clothes clumsily, his eyes never leaving hers. She watched him with a mix of amusement and desire, her own arousal growing with every piece of fabric that hit the floor.
As he was lying naked on their bed, she came to kneel beside him, still fully clothed. The feeling of her pantyhose brushing against his skin sent shivers down his spine. She leaned on him, exposing her cleavage just in front of him, her dress hiked up around her waist. She reached down to caress his balls.
He moaned softly, the sensation overwhelming him. He knew that he was in her hands, completely and utterly.
Since they engaged in 'devotional sex', he was often erect in her presence. Most of the time now there was a thrilling sensual energy between them. With just a little attention, he would grow quickly. Since he has given her control over what happens, his erection no longer leads to sex, nor was it expected of her to let him cum. It just shows his desire for his princess. Louise felt very comfortable and in control. She also knew that he was hers, completely and utterly.
Tom was very excited, not knowing what would happen next. His hand lying on her thigh. The softness of the pantyhose. The curves of her body. It all was intoxicating. With a gentle sigh, Tom's hand began to move, gliding up her thigh with a soft, knowing touch. The fabric of her pantyhose was smooth and warm, hugging her skin tightly. His eyes remained locked on hers, watching for any sign of discomfort or disapproval, but all he saw was a growing hunger, a mirror of his own. His fingers danced along the pantyhose, tracing the path of her thigh, feeling the heat of her body through the material. The sensation was electric, and she couldn't help but arch into his touch.
She saw his eyes dark with need, and she reveled in the power she had over him. Her fingers traced the length of him, her nails grazing his sensitive flesh, eliciting a soft groan from his parted lips. His hips bucked slightly, a silent plea for more, but she didn't react on it and let her hand lay still deliberately. She could feel the heat of him, the pulsing veins. She whispered into his ear, her voice a sultry purr, "I know what you want, Tom. I know your deepest, darkest fantasies now." The words hung between them, a promise of unbridled passion and a challenge to explore the boundaries of their desire.
"You really want to fuck me, aren't you?" she asked, her voice a sweet, seductive whisper. She said it very slowly and very deliberately. She pouted her lips and looked at him with a slanted face in a girlishly mischievous manner. "Nah, I did't hear you?" She slapped his full balls.
He nodded, looking down. It was a bit awkward.
"Oh, poor boy, you don't have to be shy. Admit it!" She felt a surge of power. "Just say it," she demanded, firmly.
"I want to fuck you hard," he said softly, looking down again, in almost a whisper.
She smirked, enjoying the power she had over him. Her touch grew bolder, her nails gently digging into the sensitive flesh as she began to stroke his length, her movements slow and deliberate. "I didn't hear you?"
She rolled over onto her belly, her ass pushing up in the air, giving him a perfect view of her beatiful legs shrouded in pantyhose. She knew he had a little of a pantyhose-fetish, so he told her. Her dress crept up to her waist, accentuating her fine build. She twisted her hips slightly, hyptonising his eyes. Like a ballerina, she moves her lower legs up and down. Her heels playfully tapping against her buttocks
"Tell me that you want to fuck me," she purred, a sly smile playing on her lips, "and maybe, just maybe, I'll give you that chance."
Tom looked at her, his eyes hooded with desire, his heart thumping against his ribcage. "I want to fuck you hard," he murmured, the words barely escaping his dry mouth. He watched her eyes light up, the teasing glint in them growing stronger.
