“I was daydreaming about you earlier today.”
“Is that so?” Tasha asks, tilting her head to the side.
“Yes,” I smirk.
“Well…”
She places her hands on her hips and taps her foot impatiently. I notice a spark of curiosity stirring, as I gaze into her deep, brown eyes.
“Do you want me to tell you about my fantasy?”
“You know I do,” she replies.
I place my mouth next to her ear and lower the register of my voice so that it is little more than a whisper.
“Oh, really?” Tasha giggles.
“Uh huh,” I nod, feeling slightly turned-on just talking about it.
“Is that something you really want me to do?”
“Yes.”
“I’d be willing to give it a try, if you’re into that sort of thing,” she says, seductively. “Only if you are sure babe, I wouldn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” “I’m okay with it,” she grins. “Actually, I find the idea quite appealing.” “You are so awesome.”
I smile awkwardly, knowing that the word awesome doesn’t even come close to describing her.
“When did you -“
“You don’t have to do it right now, I um-“
“But I want to,” she insists. “Just wait here…”
I sit on the sofa and realise that my knees are shaking something terrible.
“Shit! I haven’t felt this nervous since my high school prom,” I think to myself, as I brush a droplet of sweat away from my forehead.
She steps into the room and I almost slide off the couch. Tasha stands in front of me completely naked except for a long strand of fake, opalescent pearls and a pair of red stilettoes.
“You are a fucking goddess!”
“Did I tell you to speak?” she snarls. “You will do exactly what I tell you.” I nod in agreement.
“Now, take off your shirt!”
I do as she asks and watch as the pearls sashay between her pendulous breasts. She moves closer and I can’t help but reach for her. She playfully slaps my hand away and glares at me wickedly.
“No touching – not just yet!”
Tasha unclasps the necklace and I can feel myself growing stiff beneath my thick, denim jeans.
“Stand up and hold your arms out in front of your chest,” she orders me. She wraps the pearls around my wrists and ties my hands together.
“Follow me,” she commands.
Tasha leads me to the bedroom and pushes me against the wall. She kisses me passionately and her face softens.
“How am I doing?” she whispers.
“Good,” I mumble. “Really fucking good!”
“You will tell me if I’m being too aggressive – won’t you?”
“Of course baby, we’ll use the traffic light system,” I reassure her. “And right now it’s green so you’re good to go.”
“Give me a red light if it all gets too much.”
“Will do,” I say, as I plant a gentle kiss upon her cheek.
Tasha’s exterior hardens as she shoves me onto the bed. She takes a silk scarf out of the dresser and dangles it in front of my face.
“What is that for? I ask.
“To torture you with!”
“Um okay,” I reply, feeling somewhat confused.
Tasha straddles my legs and kisses me hungrily and I can feel myself becoming more and more desperate. She bites my lower lip and the pain is almost too much – but in the best possible way, of course!
“Mmm,” I moan. “I like it when you do that.”
“Quiet!” she snaps.
Tasha drags the scarf along my jaw with feather light strokes. She continues down my neck and across my collar bones. The fabric is barely touching me but it’s making my whole body shiver with pleasure. I struggle against the pearl binding as Tasha draws the scarf over my nipples.
“Do you want me to remove the pearls?” she asks, returning to her usual demeanour. “No, leave them on,” I smile. “I’d love it if you would toy with me a little longer.” “I was hoping you would say that,” she laughs.
Tasha sweeps the fabric from my chest to my abdomen and it’s beyond frustrating. “Undo my zipper,” I groan.
“No.”
“Please?” I beg, humorously.
“I said no!”
She swirls the fabric around my stomach and my hips jerk towards her involuntarily. I’m not sure how much more I can take as she runs her fingers over my crotch. Tasha throws the scarf onto the floor and a surge of cheekiness flickers within her eyes. I brace myself as she skims her tongue against the sensitive spot on my right hip.
“Oh no, not there,” I groan. “Please untie me now baby?”
“Of course,” she complies, recognising the sincerity in my voice.
“But, you have to promise not to put your hands on me,” she adds.
I nod sheepishly as Tasha unties the necklace. My skin is sore and indented from the curved beads – but I honestly couldn’t care less! Tasha notices the red marks and presses her lips against my tender wrists. She kisses her way up my arms and I twist and turn beneath her. I close my eyes for a moment as she continues to roam my body with her delicious mouth.
“I need you baby!”
Tasha unzips my jeans and slides her hand into my boxers. She pauses for a moment and laughs.
“Oh, come on,” I plead. “Don’t tease me like that!”
She yanks my pants down to my ankles but struggles to get them over my feet. “Okay,” she giggles. “You may remove the rest of your clothes now.”
I undress as quickly as I can manage and grab Tasha tightly by the wrist. “And may I touch you now?”
“Nope,” she sneers. “Remove your hand.”
I release her from my grasp and lie on the mattress with my hard cock pointing towards the ceiling.
“Now that I have you where I want you…” she chuckles.
Tasha wraps both of her hands around my shaft and strokes me up and down repeatedly. She shifts her head forward as though she is going to take me into her mouth, but stops all of a sudden and turns away from me. She repositions herself and all I can see is her beautiful, bare back and the soles of her red stilettoes. I quiver as Tasha takes hold of my dick and rubs it vigorously against her clit.
“I love it when you pleasure yourself with my cock.”
Her back arches as she comes and I know that she is just getting started. “You are so fucking hot!”
I lift myself upwards and kiss the space between her shoulder blades. I reach across the bed and pick up the strand of pearls. I brush Tasha’s hair to one side and fasten the clasp at the nape of her neck.
“That’s much better,” I whisper.
Tasha lowers herself onto my dick, and I watch as it disappears between her legs. She moans softly as she grinds herself against me and it’s nearly enough to make me blow my load. I take a deep breath as she rides me in reverse. She gradually increases the pace until it suits her purpose. Tasha guides my hands over her wide hips, urging me to pound into her harder and harder. I push upwards and match my thrusts to her rhythm. I squeeze her arse and pull her down onto my throbbing cock.
“Deeper,” she whimpers. “I’m getting close.”
Tasha clutches at my ankles as her moist centre expands and contracts around me. I lose all semblance of control and my dick shudders with every pulse of her tight pussy. She throws her head back and trembles as she releases all the tension that has been building inside her. I wrap my arms around her waist and hold her tight.
“Lay here with me sweetheart.”
“In a moment, I really need to take these heels off,” she says.
Tasha curls up next to me, struggling to regain her sense of calm.
“Breathe baby,” I remind her. “In and out…”
As her breathing returns to normal I place my hand on her chest. I can feel her heart beating and it fills me with joy.
“You really are gorgeous Tasha.”
She combs my hair with her nimble fingers and kisses the tip of my nose. “So, how did I do?” she asks. “I’ve never done anything like that before.” “You were amazing!”
“But did I live up to your fantasy?”
“You were even better than I imagined.”
“It was very liberating,” she chuckles. “I didn’t know I had it in me.”
“Well, you are an incredibly strong woman,” I reply. “And it’s one of the many reasons I adore you.”
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