Her fingers slid the length of my pussy, caressing my skin and feeding the hunger that always accompanied her visits. She was fire and ice, cool on the surface but powered underneath by a heat so fierce it seemed to burn me from the inside out.
I craved her touch like I craved air. She was the force that kept me sane and her hands were working miracles on me with every slippery stroke.
"You like that, don't you?" she asked, her breath hot in my ear.
"Yes," I hissed. "Don't stop."
Her fingers slowed their delicious tease.
"You mean don't stop this?"
Her low chuckle sent chills up my spine. I knew this dance.
"Please," I begged.
I was rewarded with a sigh as her fingers began to work on my clit.
She loved to hear me beg for pleasure. There were times I thought she enjoyed that more than what came next.
"Please what?" she asked.
I knew that tone. She was going to make me work for every ounce of pleasure. My clit twitched involuntarily at the thought. It was always so much better when she was in this kind of mood.
"Please fuck me," I answered, my voice breaking.
She smiled.
On nights like this, she wanted vulgarity. She wanted me to beg her to fuck me and tell her each and every way I wanted it done.
The words seemed to feed her hunger as she fed mine.
"Mmm...," she murmured, her fingers sliding into me.
"Like this?" she asked as I surged upward, pulling her digits into my cunt.
"Yesss...," I moaned. "Fill up my cunt, you dirty bitch."
Her eyes shot to my face and I saw something dark and primal there.
"What did you say?" she asked her voice low and dangerous. She stilled her probing fingers and I almost cried at the loss of motion.
"You heard me," I answered, meeting her gaze with one of my own. On these nights, I gave as good as I got. "I said 'Fuck me, you dirty-horny-slutty bitch'."
Silence filled the room as my words settled around us. She stared me down as she slowly pulled her fingers from my dripping cunt.
"What a filthy mouth you have," she said. Her voice dropped an octave. "I think we'll have to do something about that."
I shuddered. When her voice reached that pitch, the night was about to get very interesting for me.
"Stay still," she said.
I obeyed but said nothing as she stood and walked to the nightstand. Watching her pull the massive strap on from her bag and step into it was possibly one of the most erotic things I'd ever witnessed.
There was urgency to her movements, but it was accompanied by the same grace that filled every other task she undertook. The contrast between the vulgarity of her actions and the elegance with which she handled the giant phallus was like a work of art in progress.
As her mesmerizing display came to its conclusion, my arousal reached new heights. She turned to face me and I gasped as she began to stroke the dildo with slow even movements. She didn't approach me, however. She simply stood where she was, jerking off the huge phallus.
