2004-12-15
D Stands for Dominatrix
I teased in my Monday Night Football entry that I had had a “perfectly filthy” fantasy about D while I was chatting and flirting with her in the parking lot before the game. I have now had a lot of different versions of this fantasy, many with D taking far more control than she does in this one. So you may see some similar fantasies with a few twists in the future. But I really like this one, though "perfectly filthy" may be an overstatement, here it goes:
There was nothing timid about the knock on my office door. It was loud, confident, maybe even demanding. It was late, not terribly late, but the cleaning crew had come and gone. I had assumed that I was the last one working in the office, but listening to music and crunching spreadsheets, I really had not been paying attention. I shouted for the knocker to enter, but was greeted with only a more forceful knock. Standing up, walking around my desk, to open the door, I was greeted by D wearing an abnormally stern expression.
“We’ll have to work on your manners.” She said, I suppose, as a greeting. “You do not ask a lady to open her own door.” Not waiting for a reply from me, she walked directly to my office windows and began to lower the blinds. I stood in stunned silence as I watched her work. She had her hair pulled up and back in what I can only describe as a schoolteacher bun. She was wearing the same brown woolen sweater and skirt that she was wearing in the office all day. While the outfit tended to mute her shapely figure, it somehow fit the expression and manner this evening. Then I realized that something had changed on her outfit. While she had been wearing low brown leather boots in the office during the workday, I noticed that she had changed into those marvelous knee-high leather boots that drive me insane.
As she finished lowering the last of the blinds, she turned to me and gave me an expression with a slightly twisted smile and simply said, “Well?” There was a moment of awkward silence as the simple but odd question hung in the air. I finally stepped up and demonstrated my maleness by asking, “Well, what?” Her stern expression flamed for a moment, but just as quickly disappeared. “I am disappointed, I expected more from you,… but you will learn.” She approached me saying, “We’ve been working together for a year and since the first day you have not been able to keep your eyes off of my tits, legs, and ass. I feel visually groped each time I walk passed you. I don’t ever mind you looking, but I finally got tired of waiting for your hands and body to follow your eyes.” I was stunned; I could not believe my ears. “Tell me you want to lick my pussy,” she went on. “I wanted eat your pussy,” I mumbled in disbelief. She reached out and quickly slapped me across the face. “That is not a nice way to talk to a lady. Look me in the eyes and tell me what you want to do to me.”
The slap was not hard, but it certainly got my attention. I suddenly found my desire burning as hotly as my now rose-colored cheek. I looked into her bright blue eyes and heard myself saying, “I want to lean you back in that chair, throw your boots over my shoulder, push up your skirt and eat your tight pussy until you cum on my face.” Her blue eyes brightened and a smile cracked her lips. “Good,” she cooed, “I knew you would be a quick study.”
I lead her over to the chair and sat her down. The excitement had my heart pounding and my cock throbbing. I could feel my face flushing as I knelt down before sweet D and began to push up her skirt, slowly revealing her boot-covered calves, her round knees, her muscular, milky thighs and her sweet, panty-encased box. I was surprised to find her wearing panties, as I had expected to find open access to her box, or at least find her wearing some sort of silken lingerie. But the multi-colored Gap cotton panties almost seemed to fit the naughty librarian look her wool outfit and hair bun engendered. She began to lift her hips to allow me to slide her panties down, but I stopped her and pinned her hips to the chair with a forearm across her thighs. “Not yet.” I told her and tossed each boot-covered leg over my shoulder and moved in to address the tender folds of her womanhood through her cotton panties.
To my delight, I found the target area of her panties all ready soaked from her juices. From the first lick, she tasted sweet, but a bit acidic, a little like flat champagne. I delighted in exploring her through the blindfold of her cotton panties. I licked the outline of her lips and was able to feel them swell. I knew as they were swelling and opening to my advances, that the cotton texture would only amplify the effects of my lingual caresses. I slowly began to explore deeper, pressing my tongue into her as far as her panties would stretch. I noticed her hips beginning to squirm as I licked long straight lines through her slit. As I detected the growing numb of her clit, I lightly but persistently shower my attention upon it. By this time her breathing had become more rapid and she was beginning to support herself with her arms to leave her hips free to grind her pussy on my face.
I finally decided that her soaking panties had to go. I pulled my face back to pull her panties down and was delighted to see the distinct outline of her womanhood through the wet, clingy cotton. At the sight of her cotton-clad pussy, my cock virtually leapt through my pants and I could not bear to pause my actions long enough to pull down those panties. She gave a gasp and a moan as I used the cold, steel scissors from my desk to cut away her panties and her moaning became more pronounced as I quickly slid two fingers deep inside of her as I continued to caress her clit with my tongue. She quickly began to react to my fingers and my assault on her pussy had obviously made her very wet, as her quim made loud, squishing sounds as I fucked her with my fingers. By this time, she could not sit still. She would bound up and down and side to side in the chair in a constant effort to change the angle and depth of my penetrations.
Eventually she found the “Goldilocks” position where my finger fucking and clit licking was just right. She stopped moving suddenly, holding her position perfectly still as I continued to bang away with my fingers. I closely watched her expression change as she tightened her features and eventually stopped breathing. I knew she was going to come and did not want to miss a moment of her glory. In another instant, I felt her pussy spasm and grab at my fingers, while I saw her blue eyes burst open and lock onto mine as we both fell into a passionate visual embrace. I don’t think either of us was immediately aware of the fact that she was screaming as she came, but as we finally unlocked our eyes, her screams subsided and the office feel perfectly quiet, except for our heavy breathing.
As she slowly recovered from her orgasmic bliss, she smiled toward me warmly and excitedly, but simply, said, “Now that was worth the wait!”
-- rockabillie at 1:08 p.m.