A willing fuck toy for his use

As she walked up the dimly stairs to his apartment she could feel her heart beating fast. She stood at his front door, and paused for a moment, as she usually did, to take few deep breaths before she knocked.

She wore a high-waisted, short, flowing, white skirt that showed off her tanned, and toned legs, an oversized, grey t-shirt that was knotted in the front around her waist, and white leather sneakers. Outwardly, she had that innocent girl-next-door appearance about her…

He opened the door, and greeted her with a long, deep kiss. He placed his hand on the small of her back, and pulled her body in towards him, kissing down her neck, and lifting her skirt, to tease her with his fingers. He pushed her up against the wall, and pressed his body into hers. She could feel him getting harder and harder, and she desperately wanted him. He picked her up, wrapped her legs around his waist, and carried her across the room before gently draping her across the coffee table.

He was an experienced Dom, a great conversationalist, dark and handsome, with hazel eyes, and a cheeky smile. He was a hedonist, with a penchant for ass play, and anal.

He pushed her skirt up to her hips, and started kissing along her inner thighs, before pulling her ribbed g-string to the side, and moving his focus to her clit, that was starting to swell with arousal. She tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and felt into her body, enjoying the strokes of his tongue, and her building pleasure. She reached for his hand, and held it tight, as primal sounds escaped her lips. Her breath deepened, her muscles contracted, and her legs started to tremble, as the sensation crescendoed into climax.

He carried her to the bedroom, and sat her on the edge of the bed. He swept her long, dark hair up into a high pony tail with the hair tie from her wrist, and placed a ball gag in her mouth securing it firmly at the back of her head. He retrieved a Hitachi wand from his chest of toys and implements, switched it on, and told her she wasn’t to stop using it until she was given permission to do so. He lubed up his erect cock, spread her cheeks, and gently but firmly pushed himself into her tight hole, going deeper with each thrust until he was fully inside her.

“Such a good little anal slut”, he said, staring into her dark blue eyes. She noticed the look in his eyes had changed to a familiar in-the-zone gaze that turned her on immensely. He spat on her gagged mouth, and smeared her makeup, as he used his palm to push her pretty face into the mattress while he fucked her.

He sat her up on the edge of the bed, so she had a clear view of what he was about to do to her body in the wardrobe mirror. With the ballgag firmly in place, and the wand still vibrating, he had her watch as he plugged her ass, and began to insert his fist, finger by finger, into her engorged, wet pussy. He penetrated her with different combinations of toys, fingers, and his cock until he was pleased with her performance, and visually satisfied with her gaping holes.

He removed the gag from her jaw, and placed his thumb on her chin, holding her mouth open. She held out her tongue in greedy anticipation for him to share his spit with her, and then kiss her deeply—an act he knew she found incredibly erotic, and intimate.

He moved her to the floor, and lay her on her back, head propped with a pillow, with legs in a table top position, and her feet up against the mirrored wardrobe door. He inserted his ring and middle fingers inside her and she felt the warm wetness start to trickle down her, as he stimulated her g-spot. Her head dropped back, and she surrendered to the building pressure, until she felt a powerful release, making a beautiful mess of the mirror in front of her.

He instructed her to clean up the mess she’d made. She arranged herself on her hands and knees, and used her tongue to begin cleaning up the juices that she had gushed all over the mirror, like the good girl that she was. He stood over her, and watched, while stroking his cock. She could sense how much her eagerness to obey his desires pleased him—a willing fuck toy for his use.

He wrapped her in his quilt, and lay down next to her. She snuggled into him, closing her eyes, and resting her head on his chest. He was taking her on a journey of sexual self-exploration, and he knew how to take his submissive to the edge, and then step out of his masculine, and slip beautifully into his feminine to match her energy, and to give her everything she needed to surrender her mind, body and soul to him. He held her and checked in with how she, and her body were feeling, but he wasn’t finished with her yet.

He sat on the edge of the bed, and she positioned herself on the floor, with her head between his legs, and wrapped her lips around his balls, sucking on them, and teasing them with her tongue while he continued to move his hand up and down his shaft, and over the tip of his cock. He looked down, admiring the woman kneeling before him, and caught her looking back up at him. Her mouth was full, but her lips stretched out to a smile, and he felt a throaty giggle vibrate through him, that told him she was enjoying herself as much as he was. He closed his eyes, and threw his head back, moaning, and telling her how much he’d missed the feeling of her mouth worshipping his balls.

He knelt down behind her on the floor and she lifted her body slightly, steadying herself with the frame of the bed, and made her ass available for him once more. He began a slow and steady rhythmical thrust, using one hand to pull her body in toward his, and wrapping the other hand firmly around her throat. She reached her fingers down between her thighs, and began to play with her sensitive and overstimulated clit. Their breathing synchronised, as they both came closer to climax. She reached one final intense orgasm, and as he felt her tense and tighten around him, he thrusted hard, before slowing his rhythm and filling her up with his cum.

They shared a long, warm shower, and he lathered and washed her tired, but satisfied body with soap. They both dressed, and retreated to the lounge for a hot cup of tea, before he walked her to her car, thanked her for the fun and pleasure, and said goodbye.