This One Was A Little Different Part 5
By now I was totally under her spell. All week she was all I could think about. The smell of her perfume. Her hair. Her eyes. Her soft, sultry voice. The way that she would whisper in my ear before gently blowing into it and then nibbling my lobe. The way she would walk up behind me and grasp my chest with one hand to pull me close while finding my penis with the other. Massaging it through my shorts as my knees would begin to weaken. I was but mere putty in her hands now. She had all the power, and she was fully aware of that. She could do whatever she wanted with me. To me. I would obey.
And so, as directed, requested and asked, I arrived precisely on time at her flat the following Friday evening with a bouquet of flowers. She opened the door after I rang the bell and she smiled at me. Looking at the flowers she said "Oh, how sweet. Come in love. I've missed you." With a come hither finger she gestured for me to step inside. I did and she closed the door behind me. It locked automatically. Taking the flowers she said "let's find a nice place to put these." And we walked into the kitchen. Me following behind. Watching her gorgeous bottom in that sexy red dress. She reached up to a cabinet above the sink and found a vase. "This should do nicely, don't you think?"
"Um hum. Nicely." As she began to fill the vase with water from the tap and place the flowers in, I snuggled up behind her and nuzzled her supple neck. One hand found a breast and felt a nipple that was already hard. She cooed in a mix of delight and passion. "Oh sweetie. You want to get to the main course and we haven't even had appetizers yet."
"I know, babe." I whispered into her ear before nibbling it. Her nipple was so hard now. Like an eraser on a number 2 pencil.
"Do you want to know what is for dinner? Can you tell by the smell?"
"Chanel Number 5?"
"No, sweetie. Pork roast and potatoes. And cabbage."
"Sounds great. When are we eating?"
She laughed and said "Well, you are about to be eating now."
She turned around to face me, gave me a passionate kiss, took my head in her hands and then gently guided me down to my knees. "Find what makes you happy, sweetie. Find your happy place."
I nuzzled my face to her crotch and began to lick through the fabric of her dress. "Thats's it, sweetie," she said as her cock began to swell. And swell. And swell. Oh my god, it was so big now. "Yes, sweetie. That's it. Such a good boy." She hiked up her dress to her hips so that now she was fully exposed. Face to cock. Cock to face. And there it was before my eyes. Her gorgeous, enormous, perfectly shaved, smooth, tender and juicy cock that I had been dreaming about all week long since the last time that she had taken me without my full realization. Only now, as I willingly, yes eagerly, enthusiastically, sucked the head of her cock into my mouth like a Hoover, there was something in the back of my mind speaking. You have crossed the Rubican. She totally had me. I was there on my knees in her kitchen adoring her cock in my mouth. Her big, tasty gorgeous cock. We hadn't even had dinner yet. We were not even naked. She still had her dress on. I was fully clothed, but I could feel the hardness of my erection through my pants. I wanted her so badly.
Her hips began to quake just before she came in my mouth. So much cum. I swallowed everything that I could, but it was too much for me to take. Dribbles of clear white cum oozed down from both sides of my mouth as her gentle hands guided me back up from my knees to her face. "Oh, you are crying." I hadn't realized that, but it was true. There were tears in my eyes. She kissed me softly. And then she licked the tears from my eyes. And then she licked the cum from my face and kissed me again.
"That was a nice appetizer," she said. "I think dinner is ready, and then we can get to the main course."
"Isn't dinner the main course?"
"No, silly. The main course is you."
And so, as directed, requested and asked, I arrived precisely on time at her flat the following Friday evening with a bouquet of flowers. She opened the door after I rang the bell and she smiled at me. Looking at the flowers she said "Oh, how sweet. Come in love. I've missed you." With a come hither finger she gestured for me to step inside. I did and she closed the door behind me. It locked automatically. Taking the flowers she said "let's find a nice place to put these." And we walked into the kitchen. Me following behind. Watching her gorgeous bottom in that sexy red dress. She reached up to a cabinet above the sink and found a vase. "This should do nicely, don't you think?"
"Um hum. Nicely." As she began to fill the vase with water from the tap and place the flowers in, I snuggled up behind her and nuzzled her supple neck. One hand found a breast and felt a nipple that was already hard. She cooed in a mix of delight and passion. "Oh sweetie. You want to get to the main course and we haven't even had appetizers yet."
"I know, babe." I whispered into her ear before nibbling it. Her nipple was so hard now. Like an eraser on a number 2 pencil.
"Do you want to know what is for dinner? Can you tell by the smell?"
"Chanel Number 5?"
"No, sweetie. Pork roast and potatoes. And cabbage."
"Sounds great. When are we eating?"
She laughed and said "Well, you are about to be eating now."
She turned around to face me, gave me a passionate kiss, took my head in her hands and then gently guided me down to my knees. "Find what makes you happy, sweetie. Find your happy place."
I nuzzled my face to her crotch and began to lick through the fabric of her dress. "Thats's it, sweetie," she said as her cock began to swell. And swell. And swell. Oh my god, it was so big now. "Yes, sweetie. That's it. Such a good boy." She hiked up her dress to her hips so that now she was fully exposed. Face to cock. Cock to face. And there it was before my eyes. Her gorgeous, enormous, perfectly shaved, smooth, tender and juicy cock that I had been dreaming about all week long since the last time that she had taken me without my full realization. Only now, as I willingly, yes eagerly, enthusiastically, sucked the head of her cock into my mouth like a Hoover, there was something in the back of my mind speaking. You have crossed the Rubican. She totally had me. I was there on my knees in her kitchen adoring her cock in my mouth. Her big, tasty gorgeous cock. We hadn't even had dinner yet. We were not even naked. She still had her dress on. I was fully clothed, but I could feel the hardness of my erection through my pants. I wanted her so badly.
Her hips began to quake just before she came in my mouth. So much cum. I swallowed everything that I could, but it was too much for me to take. Dribbles of clear white cum oozed down from both sides of my mouth as her gentle hands guided me back up from my knees to her face. "Oh, you are crying." I hadn't realized that, but it was true. There were tears in my eyes. She kissed me softly. And then she licked the tears from my eyes. And then she licked the cum from my face and kissed me again.
"That was a nice appetizer," she said. "I think dinner is ready, and then we can get to the main course."
"Isn't dinner the main course?"
"No, silly. The main course is you."
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