Yes Sir - Part I

You come in

You sit down

I bring the tape
To bound
You by the wrists
And the ankles
To the chair
You stare
Shackled
As I slowly undress
Revealing my flesh
Beneath stockings
Suspenders
Corset cut at my breasts

I pore a straight Jacks
Down it and slam
The glass on the table
Then turn to my man

Well Sir
You look so innocent seated
Awaiting to be taken
And sexually defeated

I perch up on the dresser
In front of the mirror
And rest my feet wide
On your arm rests to give a
View of my pussy
Hidden only by lace
My heels clip at your hands
As I watch your sweet face

And I place the top of the bottle
To my nipple and move
With smooth knowing actions
As I trickle the booze
And lean in so close
You’re able to smell
The soft scent of me
Mixed with strong alcohol

I finger and lick
The dribbles of liquid
And follow them down
To tickle my slick minx
Outside of my panties
I circle
I sigh
Loving the reaction
In your fascinated eyes

Pulled to the side
I push two fingers in
Deep thrusting myself
Thumb rubbing my clit
So near to your mouth
I lap at my girl
You see my cream flowing
From front hole to back hole
And I play till I rise
My heated cheeks in orgasm
Head thrown back
In our moment
Of untouchable passion