London Style 2

I gape for a moment at the play of muscles under your skin and then snatch up the dress and follow. One poor teenage vacationer heading for the pool spies you and his jaw drops as you stride past, his head turning to catch every curve of you. As I pass he shoots me the most envious look, but by then you are in our room, and I just slip in before the door locks.

You're already striding into the bedroom, buttocks swaying in pendulum perfection, with a call back for me to catch up. I take the hint and shed my clothes before getting into the bedroom and finding you perched on the bed. Gorgeous. Wonderful. Mine.

On a normal day there would be lots of kissing and touching first but today you run your finger along your pussy and pull it out, glistening, and crook it at me to make the order clear. I slide into the bed face up and position my head immediately between your thighs.

The addictive essence of you fills my mind as
I tease you open with my tongue. Taking my time to taste and feel all of you. You're already shuddering- I can see the taut muscles of your legs struggling to hold yourself up through the waves of sensation.

It doesn't take long before you lower yourself onto me completely. I can feel every inch of your body from your thighs to your abdomen to your breasts to your hair touching me to the brim of your sensibld sun hat touching me somewhere. Your mouth slips over my cock and your tongue starts to swirl around it. It's so hard for me to pay attention to anything else aside from my mouth on you and yours on me so I don't even try. Let the day vanish. I have no where I'd rather be.

That moment when you feel me under you, my tongue sliding across your inner lips, when you realize that I am completely dedicated to your pleasure and that you have no idea what I will do next....

You feel me suck one of your lips into my mouth and flick my tongue along it, taking the time for finding every energized nerve ending. The hot wet tip of my tongue slides up and down that lip even when you feel the suction end, playing with you and opening you wide and wider.

You feel my hands run along your backside, along the smooth curves, finding every spot where you wanted to be held and caressed. You feel my mouth explore you, touching and tasting the space where you feel my cock rub against you when you make me take you from behind. Your clit is throbbing for attention but even when you ride me I take my time to make sure all of you is fulfilled.

You play your mouth over my hardness, licking and sucking, teasing and giving and giving. We both explode, together, drinking deep.

London Style 1

I love the look of that oh so practical sun hat over your long dark hair. Watching you walk towards me in your practical white sun dress, offset with the black belt and the very practical hat that so frames your face, the comfortable heels giving you just that extra pop of height and putting just a bit of a classy sway to your walk. The gold bracelet catches the sun and completes the ensemble. You look like a proper London lady out for an afternoon tea, slumming it here among the colonists in Washington DC for the day.

We lean in for a quick kiss, oh so chaste, oh so proper, and you bite my lower lip, which is not proper at all. My hand on your hip I can feel the absence of panties under that dress and wonder exactly what you had in mind for us today.

The noon sun in July in DC is no place for a well-bred lovely London lady to linger, so we walk casually along the street, talking together, hands intertwined or arms around one another. You keep finding a reason to bump into me, to press yourself against me, and I eventually stop and simply grab you and pull you in for a long and proper kiss, proper London lady be damned. You melt into it, supple and willing, and then pull away and start walking, letting me see you sway again as I catch up.

You duck into the shadowy cool of a hotel lobby and I figure we will be grabbing some tea at the restaurant or, since the sun is over the yardarm, a drink at the bar, but you surprise me by having walking directly to the desk and picking up your Day Use room key.

We have a suite, and you planned this all along. You lovely little minx you.

Key cards obtained you give me an over the shoulder "come hither" look and saunter to the elevator bank. The door has slid silently open by the time I get there and in a second it closes behind us, leaving us alone with the hundreds of mirrored reflections watching from the elevator walls, each watching, each  wondering what we will do next.

You move over and kiss me, teasingly, your hand playing on my ass as you do so. As the elevator doors open you slip your bag into my hand with a "hold this a moment, will you" and then you are out of the elevator, striding away. Your backside swaying, your hands in front of you.

Twenty feet down the empty noontime hotel hallway, me trailing behind in wonder, and you've undone enough buttons to shrug your shoulders and have your sun dress glide off of you. Stepping out of it without breaking stride you continue walking to our room, asked save for a very practical sun hat, comfortable heels and jewelry. Venus in the hotel hall.

You're not a proper lady at all.

Dressing the Part

You open your eyes and look down at me. I'm naked on my knees. You're naked as well, seeing me across your own flesh as you stand over me.

Fighting for it, aftermath

You are lying against my chest, the warmth of me, my arms around you, surrounding you. You are lying in the steaming hot water of the bath, the warmth suffusing you. You are sipping the luxurious red wine, its warmth sating you. For a long quiet moment there is peace. 

Fighting for it, TKO

I redouble licking you when you start fingering your clit around my tongue.

Fighting for it, round 3

I feel your teeth on my lower lip, your corset rubbing against my naked body, your strong hand and nails grabbing my ass and your other hand clutching my cock. 

Fighting for it, round 2

You are still grinding against my hip, legs wrapped around me, moaning, under me on the chair, managing to pin me while I’m still atop you.

Fighting for it, round 1

You lied to me. You told me this was going to be a casual, just stay in, "bang around the apartment" night. Now the place looks like a crime scene.... Though we did bang around the apartment alright. 

Pink Endgame

I'm spent. Every time you stopped kissing me, or riding my mouth over and over, you slid the blindfold down. I never saw your friend. Black white young old I know nothing of her save the feel of her pussy and mouth on my cock, the taste of her pussy and mouth on my mouth and the feel of her fingers on me or her nipples in my lips.

But I hear her leaving. Both of you are unsteady from so much sex and wine. You’re leading her down the hall and I don't have a lot of time. I squirm my hands, twist my wrists and free one, than the other. Pulling them down I remove the blindfold - the room lit from the door- and scramble up to hide behind that door

You stumble in, still in your frilly pink temptation outfit and by god if I don't stiffen again at seeing you. You start to say something to me before you realize I'm not there... Then I'm on you. The tackle has my naked body touching all of yours as I rush us forward to the bed

You land face down, me over you, straddling you, pulling your hands up and binding them in the straps that held me, your face muffled before I pull it free, kiss you savagely.

Those eyes show a little panic but a lot of drunken lust. You know what's coming.

I pull that pink skirt up and examine that perfect ass before slapping it. One side then the other then back, your overused pussy shuddering. You feel hear me in your drawers and hear the squirt of lube onto something before I pull your legs open and insert one of your toys into that aching pussy, slowly.

Inch by inch it fills you. The hum fills you. The vibrator fills you. You feel the lube squirt again and you make a theatrical pulling on the restraints. But you can talk and there's no safe word. You want this.

And I mount you, spreading your cheeks, your ass in the air, lubed and open and waiting. And I fill you inch by inch. Your breasts pushed down hard against your pretty pink top on the sheets, your hips covered with your pretty pink skirt. Your ass cheeks a rosy pink from the spanking.

You have taken and used and shared and abused me for who knows how long and now you are at my mercy as you feel all of yourself filled and taken, pushing back against the vibrator and my cock, sliding in and out of your ass before I explode in you with all I have left. You are writhing, cumming again and again, lost in the lust of it.

I slide out of you, slip the toy from you and slowly strip off your outfit one piece at a time, then undo your hands and we are in each other's arms for the night, no longer able to move.

Pink Prologue

You remembered seeing the outfit originally on the rack and laughed because you knew it would drive men, drive me in particular, crazy.

You brought it home and placed a call to me, knowing it would get me there that night, and then hung your coat carefully on the rack.

Each piece of your clothing is carefully unbuttoned, with a series of small releases under your fingers as you gain more and more freedom. The cream blouse slowly opens and spreads apart as you work your fingers lower and lower, then gently tug at its edges with just the tips of your fingers to open it completely. Your skin breathes in the night air.

You slide your fingers back along those open edges, the cream colored silk revealing warm flesh underneath it that hasn't been exposed or explored in too, too long. The fiery tingle of your body the blouse spreads and your hands have full play on that revealed and hyper sensitive skin.

The gasp at the slight pop of the bra clasp between your breasts coming free, and your nails running so gently across you to push that last set of folds wide open. You are exposed now, flushed and anticipatory. The silk blouse and bra slide to the bed behind you, forgotten. Your fingers return to your breasts, massaging the curves and feeling the heat growing inside you. You find your high, hard, insanely sensitive nubs and start working them. Breathing more and more heavily. Moaning. Staring at the pink frilled outfit you have laid out - when your eyes can focus - and imagining me seeing you in it, lusting after you in it, controlling me with it, and the hot wet rush makes your knees grow weak.

One hand on the bedside table to support yourself you unbutton your jeans and peel them off. The skin underneath breathes freely after its confinement, the form fitting, clinging framework of the jeans that drew eyes all day - but most especially mine this morning as we broke our fast together. Now it's been 12 hours since I touched you and you need to break that fast again. And you know that I remember how you looked, that I would have some regret at not being the one to slide off those jeans.

Your lacy, cream colored panties slide off, soaking wet, and you carefully place everything you had on today airside. Before you on the bed are the white and pink frilled top that will barely contain your bountiful breasts, the white and pink frilled skirt that makes no effort to hide the curves of your ass and the white stockings with bows and garters that you can already feel me wanting before you even don them.

Contemplating timing, you reach for the phone to see if anyone wants to share what you will drive me to. How much could you do to me? And how many women would want a part of it? The phone rings….

Pink, Part One

The outfit wasn't fooling me for a second. I knew this girl wasn't innocent. 

It took exploring of course, running my hands up those silk clad legs, making sure that I get to touch all of them, to straighten the pretty little bows on her stockings before moving on and up, higher and higher.

Checking all around that short frilly skirt, the bright pink and pure white frills denoting and innocence that was belied by the hot, wet, shaved beauty underneath. Once I found that I realized that I had been trapped, but I didn't care. 

I almost said that what was under that skirt - the perfect curves where her legs met her hips and her hips moved up to her torso, the glory of her backside and the secret hollows of her inner thighs that demanded long exploration... Sorry, I wandered off there. I almost said they weren't "pure" rather than not "innocent". But they were absolutely pure - their form and function served one purpose and that was to ensnare men's eyes and minds and grant them pleasure upon pleasure

The flat abdomen, born of much work and effort, slid under my palm as I continued my exploration. Every muscle quivered to go back down and feel below the skirt more. But for professionalism's sake I needed to go on, to check that oh so high cut shirt that barely contained her delightful breasts. She giggled coquettishly as I held them in my hand, and gently revealed one breast, one perfect nipple and lowered my mouth to it. 

I had lost by then, surely, feeling it under my tongue, stiffening at my touch, and I abandoned all control with that contact. My mouth ranged freely all over her body, my hands the same, while she laughed and giggled and moaned and directed and urged me forward until all of my hands and face were slick with her cum, my cock was so hard as to be on fire and by brain felt like I'd been on an two bottle scotch bender, unable to focus on anything but getting this prefect pure innocent girl to somewhere I could bury myself in her. 

I don't know how long ago that was. My hands are tied down, the blindfold blocks the light and my cock aches from being so used and taken. I hear motion in the room and wonder what's going to happen. My cock, already well trained to follow that girl in the shepherd costume like a lost little lamb, had started to rise at the sound and I'm not surprised when I felt lips wrap around it. 

What surprised me was her voice in my ear. "Darling, I'm sharing you today. Do make sure you satisfy everyone." The blindfold came off but the face of the girl in pink dominated my vision, before her lips came down and kissed me, deep and loving. She was still kissing me as the first of her friends slid over me.