No Bra and Panties
By Silk
It's been over a week now since I've been properly fucked.
Whilst my collection of vibrators and dildos gets bigger (in every sense!), however clever they are, however quick they make you come -- when your whole world becomes your pussy, feeling fuller than you thought possible -- there is still nothing like the weight of a man, his cock inside you and the build up to come pumping into your already-sopping cunt.
God, I love bareback.
But I'm not stupid, you need to pick your targets carefully: Married men, are a good bet, but never a player. I go for men who don't stray, who are loyal but ... well: throw enough temptation at a man, in just the right way and he'll crack.
Seduction technique, number 1: No bra
I check my watch as I sip a glass of very cold champagne and watch the sun disappear over the tops of the trees. I've got 10 minutes ...
It's simple, really. I love dressing up, for me. However sometimes (most times) it's what you don't wear that makes the difference, for him.
I go upstairs and put on a long skirt that says even though you're in my home, this meeting is about work, look at me if you like, but I'm serious, I'm respectable. I then pick out a similarly staid blouse -- albeit silk -- dark tights, clean panties ... and, oops, no bra.
My tits have always been pretty good -- slightly larger than your average -- but they've loosened up since my 20s (ditto my ability to keep my legs closed). I thought this might be a bad thing but it turns out older men appreciate MILF tits that sag in just the right way with nipples that are almost permanently erect.
I look in the mirror: the hair, minimum makeup, sensible dress all say business except the blouse which is straining slightly under the weight of my breasts, my nipples looking fat and suckable, even through the material.
Fuck, I'm horny.
Before my hand can stray to the bedside table, the bell goes.
'Well, hello James,' I grin as I open the door to the CEO of one of our subsidiaries in Canada. Technically he's more senior than me but as a parent company director, he knows he has to keep me happy. Just how happy, we'll see.
He's a nice guy: devoted dad, married couple of decades probably, popular across the group ... but it takes him no more than a heartbeat to notice my tits.
And the rest was easy, I thought -- though fleetingly -- as barely twenty minutes later James was shoving his surprisingly thick cock into my mouth whilst I lay on my back, my head tilted over the edge of the bed and fingered myself.
I was getting wetter by the second as the corners of my lips stretched (yes, it really was that thick) and my tongue frantically traced his muscled shaft and its pulsing veins. He tasted of man sweat and salty pre-cum and I was torn between letting him face fuck me some more or licking his hairy balls and the tight skin between his sack and anus -- the most masculine part of the male anatomy. But then his cock went deeper, past my gag reflex and into my throat.
Tears ran down my tilted face but I concentrated on breathing through my nostrils and pretty soon we got into a rhythm.
My panties were getting in the way of what I wanted to do to myself, whilst I deep-throated James, so I hitched up my skirt some more, lifted my legs and pulled them off. James grunted and I hoped he wasn't about to come, I wasn't finished with him yet, not by a long way.
